After sitting on a couch for months wasting away, I have a better appreciation for the outdoors. Every day is an opportunity to get on my feet and get some mileage on my reconstructed ankle. I set a goal for myself to walk at least a mile a day.
Brooke and I wanted to go all the way to the Tidal Basin, which would have been over a three mile round trip. We were stopped by the Memorial Day Parade on Constitution. My ankle also started bothering me around the half mile mark, so our trip was cut short.
At first I was depressed about not going further than a mile. But that didn't last long. I used to get depressed about not walking at all.
The dog was pumped about our walk. Not many people know this, but dog's love how their noses taste. It isn't because they're stupid.
There was a gigantic American Flag hanging from two fire truck ladders over Constitution. I have an 8-feet tall American Flag hanging behind me at work. I'm jealous.
There were a billion tourists watching the show. We didn't get a chance to hang out and watch the show because the hot cement was bothering Spunky's paws. So we moved to the comfort of the shade.
It's going to be a while before my ankle can keep up with me. I thought for sure I could go three miles today. That's frustrating, but it beats not walking at all.