Strolling along down a...what's that word again?

I'm going to Paris in August for 10 days. Ten days of sightseeing. Ten days of adventure.

Ten days of walking.

All day.

For 10 days.

That's a lot of walking, and I really don't exercise much. I've decided it would be a good idea to do some walking here, so I don't die on foreign soil later this summer.

So on Sunday I eased myself into walking by going on a 7.2 mile jaunt.

D-:

Why, do you ask, did I think 7.2 miles was a good starting distance when I normally walk less than a mile each day? I'll tell you why. Or rather, I'll show you why:

We moved back into a city with an awesome library! And Sunday was the day Mom and I decided to get our new library cards. And the library happens to be 3.6 miles away from our new house.

A major reason we moved back into the city we did is because of the library system. Trufax.

Now, the trip there wasn't too bad. The trip back is what nearly killed us. But we limped home victorious. Not only had we proven to ourselves that we could survive a 7 mile walk, we were the proud renters of some library books.

(Who wouldn't want to go to a library with the Cat in the Hat outside?)