So, at about 11, I decided to take a brisk walk.? Nothing too lengthy, just up and down the street a few times, nice and brisk.? Get my heart rate going a bit and all that jazz.? After all, a little cardio never hurts when you wanna lose weight and get back into shape, no?? So… mom looks at me funny.? A walk?? Now?? Yep.? Just letting you know in case I’m not here when you get up… send the police looking for me, kind of thing.? So I put on the holster (aka: bra) and grab my license — in case cops stop and say “excuse me… WTF are you doing????”? And mom says “are you sure you’re going for a walk?”? Nope, I’m off for a clandestine meeting with a very hot young gentleman who’s going to do me in the woods till I can’t walk.? Yeah.? Don’t I wish.? Much as I love that manner of cardio… it really was just a walk.? Listened to the Cruxshadows while I walked, set a nice brisk tempo.? I feel good.? Tomorrow… probably not so much.
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