In a so far fruitless attempt to prove to my doc and myself that I’m not a fat lazy lump, I’ve walked an average of 6.7 miles a day so far this year. Also, lately I’ve been attacking the weeds in the park strip (I live on a corner, so I have 2 sides to do) with extreme prejudice, and my arms, hands, back, and shoulders all hate me for it. The pile of weeds to be composted is now bigger than I am.