When I lived in Minnesota, I was under so much stress from church crud that I would do taebo for an hour and then go for a 3 mile walk. It wasn’t impossible — I had started walking 3 miles every non-Sunday morning during my first summer there and it was a pain when winter came, the snow flew, and I couldn’t go on walks because it was -20F outside. I probably would have continued the practice once I moved to Montana except that there were these obnoxious things called hills. When I worked for UPS, we had a virtual triathlon where we could run, bike, walk, or swim and rack up miles that way. I would have won the first year had I not gotten bronchitis and then morning sickness which made me stop walking at lunch because I couldn’t breathe and was puking.

I should ideally be walking these days except for a few excuses reasons:

1.) It’s bloody hot outside these days. Triple digits and I don’t get along. Why yes, I’m fully aware that it’s not 104F at 9 a.m. Shut up.

2.) I’m not a morning person. I have the living room childproofed so that if I accidentally fall back asleep, Daniel isn’t going to cause much damage. This rules out 9 a.m.

3.) Every time I’ve wanted to do this, I wake up having an achy day with fibromyalgia. Of course, I’d have fewer days like that if I walked more but that would make too much sense and besides, it’s a catch-22 because when I end up in pain when I try to walk.

So anyway, Daniel starts back to school in a week and I technically have no excuse why I shouldn’t go for a nice walk in the mornings… most of the time.

The lovely and snarky Cari Donaldson announced a virtual 5K in a Catholic Exchange post a few months back and according to it, we can either run, walk, limp, or crawl. Yeah… I think I can do that. At the very least I’ll limp the 3.1 miles and go get a frappucino or something.

Oh wait… I’m Lutheran. Should I even be doing this?