Treadmill Desk, Day 34

0 Minutes. I did, however, walk eight hours at Knott's Halloween Haunt.

I was actually less sore afterwards than an average day on the treadmill.

So, in that sense, mission accomplished. The Boy, who has been swimming more than walking, had a little more trouble with the legs. And The Flower's shins bothered her a bit the next morning.

Heh. The old man's still got a little life in him, I guess.

I am stiffer than John McCain at a debate, though, so I'm going to add some stretching to the daily routine.