I finished 8 weeks of really successful physical therapy a couple of months ago and tried to hang on to the progress by walking 2-3 miles every day (in addition to the stretches and strengthening exercises). I was OK with not being real disciplined about the "every day" part.
I was feeling kind of cocky and started needling Vicki about getting out and getting some exercise. So we started walking together. Damn! She took to it like fish to water. She puts her hands in her pockets and her head down and rips off 2-3 18 minute miles every morning. Now, on those days when I'm just not feeling it she's suiting up and needling
ME , "Let's go, those miles aren't gona walk themselves. Get up! Suit up! Let's
GO ya pussy."
ARGH!!
