That number up there, 25,532, is big. What it represents is the amount of steps I take on my route. Ok, not my route, but the route I'm still filling in on. Yeah, I said I'd quit it when Ted came back and began casing mail again, which in turn cut my hours. But truth be told, 7-8ish hours of day of work and keeping a regular route/schedule was still worth it to me. Now he's gone again getting his metal taken out of his leg, so I've got the full deal to myself again. However, once he comes back, maybe next week, it might really be time to call it quits on holding down City 1 and let someone else take the meager hours that are about to start. He refuses to quit and give up to the fact that he probably can't deliver that route anymore, and for that I give him praise, but it also irks me that it's just going to be that much longer until it's mine. However, he is going to try walking for at least a couple hours a day to start, and that just leaves me with 5 hours of work if I was to keep it. Nope, not worth it.
So, before it all comes to an end in the next week or so, I thought I'd find out what has actually been simultaneously killing me and boosting my stamina/strength, let alone losing a lot of weight. It's all those damn steps. Granted, I'm willing to admit that the pedometer may have been faulty or have a degree of error, but even giving something as big as say 10% either way, it's still a freakishly huge number.
However, there's good evidence that it's all very accurate and here's why: The point at which I am always suddenly tired and wishing I was done... the point at which my legs and body are starting to ache and are saying, "ok, this route has gone on long enough. you should be done already.", just so happens to be 18,000 steps and some change. I think I wrote before somewhere that when I took the pedometer out in Madison on what I thought were average to heavy routes, they ended up being 16,000 - 18,000. So, not only is this way over that, it's also damn near the
10,000 steps a day rule in overtime alone.
Today, though, was one of the most freaking awesome days I've had in a long time. It started with crummy weather, but we were guaranteed an awesome day at some point, and it followed through at about 11am. The sun broke out and the temp picked up about 15 degrees. Lost the coat, put on the shades and strolled my way through the rest of an easy, yet hard (Wednesdays suck... papers) day. And to top it off, I was treated to not one, but two awesome shows of Nature HD.
First, as always is the case somewhere, this pair of Robins decided to make a nest in a decorative basket next to the mailbox at this one house. Every day for the past 2 weeks, they've seen me coming and flown away in a tizzy fit, only to come back when I'm standing there and sit on the railing and stare me down with the hair on their head completely raised to assume the fighting posture. Sure enough, there are some eggs in the nest inside the basket and they're protecting them. I know at some point they're going to actually start attacking me since I'm literally about 2-3 feet from it.
I thought for sure it was today since when I walked up, they didn't fly away. Instead, he (she) sat there and stared me down while keeping the eggs warm. I flapped my arms around, shouted out to flee while I walk up, and even slapped a paper on the railing. Nothing made him flinch. So I thought, ok, I'm heading up. He didn't move. So I slowly got out the camera and shot away.

It's only going to be a matter of days I suspect before they hatch and they flat out start dive bombing me. So then I walk back to the truck across the street and what do I see while approaching the truck to drive up? A hapless little squirrel trying its best to climb a tree, but it's not very fluid. At least I thought it was a squirrel, but it appears kind of small. And then I see why. There's a blackbird attacking him. Constantly diving at him and once in a while hitting him. Was it injured and trying to get away? I fly into the truck, start it up and race up to the end of the block where I park right next to the tree, which just so happens to be the spot for my afternoon 10 minute break.
Nope, it's a baby squirrel and it can barely walk and it looks like it's learning from trial by fire how to climb a tree. Get the camera back out.
Meanwhile, now that I'm there, the bird won't attack and instead sits and waits on the other side of the tree. This being my break, I'm there about 10 minutes and nothing happens. The squirrel sees me and is now even more freaked. He won't move from that position at all. And this guy is tiny. His body is about the size of my hand and his tail making it twice that. His legs, however, are just quivering as they hold on for dear life, hoping that this bird doesn't come after him again.
Meanwhile, he's totally losing his chance to escape. I finally have to stop playing David Attenborough, and proceed with work. So I grab my stuff and hurry out and try to finish the two swings as fast as possible. I get back about 10 minutes later and I see two birds now diving at the ground by the tree. Oh no.... is he dead already? I get closer and I see nothing. Nothing on the ground, nothing in the tree, nothing in the pine. So I guess I'll never know the fate of that little guy.