Second day of (torture) walking

My sister was definitely a drill Sargent in another life. Day two in our quest for sadistic pain that I understand is humorous for everyone else to watch except me.
The funny thing is I am not out of shape. ha ha ha ah hahahah I am so sore. I just don't get it. My muscles hate me. They just hate me. Of course today was the day that I had 3 patients that required to be pushed in wheelchairs up the ramp.
On another note I came home from work and fell asleep watching HBO. ...... On my new TV. (YAY)

The weather sucks out there this evening. I have a run through rehearsal for my chorus for the May concert tonight. The wind is a whipping and a blowing.

This blip is from a memorial up on the West End of Portland. I will be getting to know this part of Portland very well as it seems I am destined to be gallivanting all through my lunch half hour. I really liked the color and well it gave me a chance to stop and make my thighs happy if for only a brief moment. One of the girls I worked with asked if I was clenching my butt cheeks while I was walking uphill.
Seriously?
Seriously?
What the hell is that all about?
Is that so I can carry extra pencils or something? Lord love a duck. I have one foot in front of the other. Why isn't that enough? Why does it always have to be about the next level of torture???
Another co worker told Dianne and I that she wants to take us to her yoga class where the room is about 100 degrees and you sweat. I am willing to bet a years salary that there is not one menopausal woman in that class. I don't want to give any secrets away but Dianne would be dead in 15 minutes. If I am going to be in a sweaty room it want to be conscious and enjoying it.
While we walk we walk fast. Dianne doesn't want our heart rates to slow down so I have to keep moving. The problem is......It takes a lot of exercising for my heart rate to get to a high level. When I did water aerobics I had to wear weights on my ankles and on my wrists. My heart isn't going fast for just any little thing...........Unless it's a shoe store. That seems to get my heart rate up to astronomical levels.
I guess that is what I need to do is to fantasize about shoes while I am walking. So if you see a red headed woman clenching her butt cheeks, walking fast on the western prom screaming YES YES YES. ....the red leather pumps with the 4 inch heel. Stand back
......
She's about to blow.

Have a great night and g'day to my friends down under.