Walking home
About five years ago I tried to walk home from City Hall, across the Brooklyn Bridge. I couldn’t do it; I got as far as Atlantic Center and wimped out. Today I tried again, starting from Chinatown (where I’d just bought a green apple shredded ice green tea drink with tapioca pearls, because I’m turning into a teenaged Japanese girl), going down Lafayette to City Hall, across the bridge, stopping off to buy a Coke, walking through Fulton Mall, turning onto Flatbush, and on to home near Grand Army Plaza. About four miles, which isn’t actually all that much more walking than I do on the treadmill on the days I don’t lift weights. My feet don‘t hurt much, but my shoulder is killing me from my bag dragging on it. I really am in the best shape of my life (so far). Go me!