Ides of March

... or I do March. Not, march, exactly. That would just look weird. But I've been walking and today I went eight blocks and enjoyed every step.

I was walking six blocks, now eight. A month ago I was walking zero so I'm feeling pretty good about eight.

I used to increase my mileage by actual miles. But now I'm taking it easy. Eight is good. And, I dare say, I can probably walk faster than the 90-year-old guy down the street. Not that it matters to me. I'm just glad to see him out walking too.