According to my Fitbit, I have walked almost 22,000 steps today.
I guess that's what happens when one ends up running instead of walking during one's daily trek around the park. And, why does one end up running? Because there was a disk golf tournament being held at the park and the threat of decapitation proved to be a very good motivation for speed.
In addition to the "walk", I also did my weekly grocery shopping, put together a care package for the Man-Cub, painted the table in my scrapbooking room, paid bills and counted money at the store, refilled the bird feeders, cleaned the house, and ran a few more errands in Hooterville.
I guess I earned every one of those steps. I just wish they hadn't come with a side dish of pain.
Getting old sucks, y'all.