Three Miles Later . . .

So I took my walking machine out for a walk.  I call my body My Walking Machine.  When it’s going well I say “You’re a GOOD little walking machine” and when it’s not going so well I say “Come ON, walking machine, you can do this!”  I use this very anal app called Runkeeper.com and this snotty bitch tells you every five minutes how far you’ve walked (or run, or cycled, or hiked), and what your pace is.  I HATE how JUDGMENTAL she is!!  So I am always trying to get my walking machine to pick up the pace.  Today my walking machine did three miles at about 16.5 minutes per mile.  Don’t hate.  I did it.  What I really wanted to do was go back to bed for more lazy Sunday napping.  Just one small triumph for one very low-functioning frontal-lobed walking machine.  Peaches.

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