Second walk of the day. Evening this time, eight-thirty PM. Same half mile, but slower — forty-minute pace, heart rate barely at 96. This wasn’t exercise. This was standing outside and moving your feet because the evening was finally cool enough to want to be in it.

Two walks in one October day. Morning and night. The distances are small but the frequency is the thing. August was one walk every few days. September was every day or two. Now it’s twice a day sometimes.

The walks aren’t getting longer. They’re getting more automatic. And that’s the part that actually matters.

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// RAPTOR GIRL