Oh, yes I did. This afternoon. Walked ten miles.
Mile marker 140 on the Central Lakes Trail to mile marker 145 and back again. Ten miles—add ‘em up.
Eat your heart out. I’ve still got it.
Ten miles. Took me three hours, but I did it.
Sixty-one years old. It wasn't pretty.
I only took one break the whole time. At mile No. 7, a black dog wanted to be my best friend. I needed a friend about then, so I let it lick my hand and drool dog drool all over me.
I may be old, but I can still walk ten miles.
2 to 4 a day--hah! Smashed that record.