Must Be Some Serious Semen
A long walk is a struggle with the boredom that comes from listening to the noise of my own brain. Yesterday, I did my first Natchez Trace length daily walk. Almost fifteen miles – after an hour-plus power yoga session. (I swear, if my forty-something body doesn’t shed some blubber, my metabolism must have stopped.)
When I took a potty break, I whipped out my iPhone and scrolled through Google Plus. (Because, I’m telling you, the funniest stuff is always on Google Plus.)
I had no problem trekking eight more miles after seeing this:
A couple of pictures from the loveliness that was Charleston, South Carolina yesterday.