So, Sunday was the first long walk of my marathon training and I did great. Six miles and one killer hill. Kenny followed me on his bike. He had water with him, which I needed a couple of times. He was cold, but I was really warm. All in all, I was pretty happy with myself.
Today I walked four miles and it flew by. I wore jeans. Wrong! Those things are getting put away. I'm learning. Or, re-learning. Tomorrow is supposed to be about 90 degrees, so, I thought ahead. My clothes are ready and so am I.