Now of course, you know it wasn’t me making that comment because I really DO feet. I do feet all day long. I do feel so often that Master Pravus sometimes wonders if I do anything aside from feet. “You. You want some dick, maybe?” “Oh. Oh yeah. I like dick. Did you want a […]
Read MoreWe’re getting somewhere? At least, it feels like we’re back to where we were before I got my ankle smashed nearly three months ago now. It’s not all better at all. I’m struggling with it quite a bit, but. This week I was able to walk nearly the same amount in miles as I did […]
Read MoreI’ve done better than last week. I’m not entirely sure that’s saying much- but I do have my boot off and I’m back in my ankle stabilizer, moving around to whatever my ability is that day. A few days I’ve come close to or exceeded 1K steps, which is terrible, I admit- but it’s so […]
Read MoreI would hope that this isn’t my worst week of all time. I would really, really hope that this is not my worst week of all time, but you know what? I have absolutely no idea and I don’t think it’s very often that I get below two miles. Spleesh. I’m not proud of this. […]
Read MoreIn the recesses of my mind I hear a tiny little squeak mouse cheering “huzzah” as my tiny booted foot takes another 2.04 miles forward. “You can do it, Kitty. But this isn’t the week we get anywhere fast,” the squeak mouse says. Perhaps the squeak mouse is right. The downstairs is shaped like a […]
Read MoreSlow push. Ankle still down, I haven’t really been hitting my step goal, nor trying to. Just an onward push where what I get is what I get. 3.08 miles this week. 136.35 Miles total. 249.2 Miles left to reach Rivendell.
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