Technically this is a screenshot, but I wanted to share it. This is from yesterday (1/13/17). I think I’ll call it, “Progress,” or perhaps, “Damn, My Thighs Hurt.”
Before bed I checked my progress and had logged 6.98 miles. Of course I then had to make a quick loop of the house to reach the seven mile mark.
Peace, people!
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
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Getting ready for your trip? 😉 Well done!
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I am trying to get into a shape (other than round) for my trip. I must see everything possible!
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I wish I had a strong motivation.
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I do well when I have a trip on the horizon. Usually I’m a slug.
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🙂
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Fitbit…is that your handle, your sobriquet, your moniker, and here I’ve been yelling at Painted Toes. Just goes to shows, some folks have weird screen names. And is a passport required for that want to see everything possible!…I recall, Studley brought home tickets for golfing and falderal ….somewhere
Regards,
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Itinerary Antartica
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If Fitbit is my handle it isn’t an appropriate one. Fitlessbit maybe.
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