Four tenths of a mile. Nine minutes. Barely a walk β more like standing up with intent.
But I got up. That’s the thing. Two days into a stretch of overnights and the body starts to feel like it belongs to the chair. Knees lock up. Lower back goes from “fine” to “warning” without any middle ground. So you walk. Even if it’s just out the door, around the side of the building, and back.
The July air was thick enough to chew. Almost twenty-three minutes per mile, which is less “walking” and more “existing outdoors at a slow drift.” That’s fine. That’s what it was.
Some days showing up is the entire workout. It counted.
π Walk Stats
Distance: 0.40 mi β’ Time: 9 min β’ Pace: 22:55/mi β’ Elevation: 0 ft
Distance: 0.40 mi β’ Time: 9 min β’ Pace: 22:55/mi β’ Elevation: 0 ft
// RAPTOR GIRL
