You may or may not have noticed that I haven’t logged any mileage from our rowing machine lately…
Probably because in the past three weeks or so, we’ve done a whopping… 3 miles. And that’s both of us put together so really, not so much.
According to our virtual atlas, we are now 36.3miles from our Bag End departure point. The atlas for the next nine miles suggests that we “continue on the road at a leisurely pace.”
No kidding! Who the heck wants to leave the Shire anyway? 😉
But really, I need to get back to rowing. I’m starting to feel (not look: feel. There’s a difference.) like these guys.
Dwarves in fat suits… and a goblin… doing an exercise video for the latest in Peter Jackson’s movie vlog..which I haven’t sat down to watch yet! I’m dropping the ball here.
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