This is getting ridiculous. Crusty Coach gives me a cyber-bark, and I respond like Pavlov’s dog.
Fifty-one minutes of out-and-backs on cul-de-sacs didn’t feel too bad (it probably helped that I included 10-12 bursts of walking). The Wife/Coach’s wisdom from way back in 1999 came to life once again: once you get past 40 minutes, it just gets easier. Plus, The Girlie fell asleep around the 30-minute mark, leaving me to walk home/cool down in peace.