To The Man From Arizona...
...from the woman from Verona... I t's the little things in life that surprise you. Little things that make your day. Little things that make you feel good. Let me tell you about my walk on Friday, July 20th. It was a typical walk day. I was up in my "walking clothes" (aka t shirt, shorts and baseball cap to cover up the bedhead) by 4:40. It may just be a month past the longest day of the year, but I'm already noticing how it's staying darker longer so I've got the dayglo safety vest back on. (Yes, I look like a dork, but hopefully it helps people see me). I was out the door with my earbuds on by 4:45 (I'm NOT liking earbuds much. My ears feel raw after using them for 90 minutes which is approximately how long I walk. Suggestions? Cheap suggestions?) I walked, trying to keep a "brisk" pace. Some days I'm brisker than others. I'll never be able to do better than 16 minutes and 30 seconds per mile. (And that...