Or actually, both feet. The plan was for 3 miles. Instead I got in 3.8. It’s a long story, but I get to blame my daughter. On her exit from Southern California to Boston, we opted to rid ourselves of a car. Now that she’s home for the holidays, well, we’re one car short. Since I’m working out of my home office this week, I gave my keys to my son (he’s a responsible driver) so he could go to work (he’s currently working in an Engineering lab at UC Irvine doing research on something to do with fracking).
I forgot one thing before giving my keys away. I have a problem that a lot of men my age would like to have – a full head of coarse hair. Which means that it has to be sheared back every so often. Yesterday was the day. But without a car, I was going to have to use foot power to get myself to the barbershop. Yikes! I thought that was only the fodder of stories that we told our grandkids! I waited for the snow to arrive, but it never did, so I laced up my shoes and hit the road. The trip there was 2.4 miles. I decided to cheat and cut through a golf course to trim the trip home to 1.4 miles. Fore!
“You know kiddos, when I was young, I had to *walk* to the barber shop. And it wasn’t just that, I had to dodge the tee box at the 12th hole on my way home!”
- Goal: 1780
- Food: 2207
- Exercise: 536
- Too few/(too many): 106