Baby steps

[wakeiseiyo]

I spent the last 15 minutes of my lunch hour walking around the parking lot. Nothing fast or strenuous (no one needs to smell the funk I give off when I sweat, myself included) -- just a steady pace going around... around... around...  I'm pretty certain the lady sitting in her car chatting on the phone thought I was nuts, because I had my massive bag lady purse over one shoulder the whole time (Newport Beach or not, I'm not going to just leave it in the car or at my desk so someone can steal what little lunch money I have left), and I'm in a sparkly tank top and denim skirt. I look very silly, indeed, pacing around like a caged animal.

By the third lap, though, I was starting to feel it in my calves, which is a good thing.


I just may have to take my breaks outside, walking in weird circles among the beemers. At least the weather's nice.