Or two, or two hundred, or two thousand. I lost count.
This morning was my first day of routine-building. I got up at 5:30 and dawn was breaking as I was hiking up the hill behind my house. It was a walk, not a run, but considering that it was a mile or so and about a third of it is on a 25- or 30-degree grade, my legs were a-hurtin’ and my heart was a-poundin’.
Still, it felt good to be doing something. And it was nice to be outside at daybreak, too. Bonus.