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  • I took a 2 1/2 hour walk today, as if I could cram in all the exercise I should have been doing all week into one day. The first 30 minutes were fine. Then I got stung or bitten by some kind of big (at the time I insisted it was the size of a bat) flying insect three times and I started to complain to my companion. During the second hour, my legs started to hurt and the bug bites swelled and I complained louder and more frequently. The heat, my feet, the thought of the long way back home. I think I may have even whimpered and begged for water. "I'm going to need a hip transplant when this is over," I warned. My walking friend knows I always start out strong and then start wishing someone we know would drive by and give us a lift. But then I got home and drank down a bottle of cold water without a pause to breathe and took a cold shower with peppermint soap, and I was in heaven. I thought of all the places my feet have carried me in my life and how grateful I am that they are still taking me farther than I think I can go.
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