In 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 MoreI mean, somehow, SOMEHOW, by some slim margin of miracle power potion.. I managed to just barely walk a little more than last week. Welp. I’m doing the thing. I’m trying anyway. 3.10 miles. 139.35 Miles total. 246.1 Miles left to reach Rivendell.
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.
Read MoreI’m trying my best, but I’m just watching my numbers tank. Between my ankle, and now I have a displaced feeding tube, I’m lucky I moved at all. Honestly, this is just the number of steps it took to get to the minimum places in the house I needed to go and no more. I […]
Read MoreI’m in a holding pattern. I feel terrible so I’m not trying too hard. I guess this is probably one of those times in the book where Sam tells Frodo to just pick up his feet and keep putting it in front of the other, rather than one of those times when Frodo felt compelled […]
Read MoreI did a little better this week than last week, but it was kind of by accident. I’m feeling so terrible lately that the only steps that are happening are incidental ones honestly. I’m not really pushing that hard lately at anything in particular. I was feeling horrendously ill, then it passed and my feeding […]
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