On the seventh day, so goes the legend, God rested, I walked. For six tedious days I’ve been largely stuck in the house (did I mention I don’t do injury well?) except for a half hour walk and a one hour bicycle ride. This morning, everything felt strangely good, so I walked along the Munjip Track all the way to Wimbie Hill and back. It was glorious! A light frost on the ground when I left, but soon, sunny and calm and quiet along the beaches and the track. Ten kilometres, which isn’t a great deal but is 9.5 kilometres further than any other day this week, so I am stoked. And even more stoked to climb on my home wall with only a small twinge or two. Life is getting better and better.
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