I have worn through four pairs of running shoes and my custom orthotics since January.

I did not even run the NYC Marathon last Sunday.

It is my form of therapy. I attempt to walk off my political despair.

At this rate I should go through two dozen pairs of running shoes before he leaves if that even happens.

Everything seems out of control and for a person who likes to steer the ship it is incredibly frustrating.

On my walks I am channeling Network, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore.”

Until I grasp control or this nightmare ends I guess I’ll just keep walkin’.

And, if losing weight and saving on a therapist isn’t enough, a study just revealed that walking a few thousand steps a day can slow cognitive decline in older adults…wait, is that good news?! Perhaps it is better to not be so acutely aware.

Anyway, walk on…