Moving Day!

Moving became a series of walk-a-thons.  Each trip took a quarter of a mile to go from the apt to the B dock.  Armed with a dock cart which is no bigger than three milk crates put together, I made about 12 trips that day.  Glad that it counted as a part of my weekly running mileage!  My worst fear was losing a box overboard or even myself, but it never happened.  I’m still cautious to this day.