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"The journey of a thousand miles..."(better include some pretty awesome gel insoles)

I captured this shot of my daughter-in-law, Kayla, when we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge last month. It was so cold and windy, but she really wanted to go, and it was our last night in NY, so I indulged her. If you don't know this yet, she is a CrossFit girl who literally works out 5-6 days a week. I know! The insanity! My steps app on my phone showed we walked 55.2 miles in 5 days. My daily step count is usually somewhere around 2000 a day, so honestly, people, my legs were burning like a mug the whole time we were there. It's pretty amazing what the human body can do if it wants pizza from Little Italy bad enough.

Now, I've walked all over Manhattan, NY several times; it's how people get around. There are no fat people there--if there are, they're visiting from Texas--and Lord knows I love that city enough to keep going back because there is so much inactivity in my Houston-life, well, it's a dad-burn shame. I know I have it in me to do better, and every time I come back from visiting NY I tell myself I'm about to start a new way of living. That lasts about as long as it takes me to find my car keys and drive to the store to get groceries. Then I'm like, "Okay, realistically speaking, I can't walk to H-E-B and haul all that stuff 4 miles home." This inner conflict is followed by sighing and self-shaming, and finished up with resigning myself to my 2000 steps a day (much less if I'm writing from home), and the inevitable self-loathing that accompanies it.

Even now as I write this, I hear myself sighing, shifting my bum in the comfy chair I write in, and wondering if I will ever be as hardcore as Kayla. P-p-p-probably not.

The Brooklyn Bridge is a sight to see. 1.13 miles (one-way) of breathtaking architecture. There's a pedestrian path and a bike path. When you're old and tired and cold you may tend to occasionally drift into the bike path. When I did, a NY biker shouted, "Move!" to which I shouted, "Bite me!", as any good New Yorker would. In that instant, I felt like I belonged in the Big Apple.

Said the girl with her bum in the comfy writing chair who logged a whopping 1913 steps today.

Peace y'all,


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