Mile 336. Let's have some fun today! Tortoise walked a mile after work to the family history center for some training. When that was done, he walked on home, and then at the end worked in the Center Street hill in La Verkin. Walking thought was by Dieter Uchtdorf, sharing his hopeful story of rising from the ashes of Dresden ...
Cheerio!
Today's walk was 4.38 miles, done in 1:13:38 hours at an average pace of 16:49 minutes per mile. This route had an average 5.3 tortoise rating earned by climbing 173 feet in the 2.19 mile uphill portion. Average elevation was 3243. This walk burned 693 calories.
And now for today's walking thought ...
"One of my haunting childhood memories begins with the howl of distant air-raid sirens that awaken me from sleep. Before long, another sound, the rattle and hum of propellers, gradually increases until it shakes the very air. Trained well by our mother, we children each grab our bag and run up the hill to a bomb shelter. As we hurry through the pitch-dark night, green and white flares drop from the sky to mark the targets for the bombers. Strangely enough, everyone calls these flares Christmas trees.
Here are the overall stats so far for 2016:
336.73 miles walked, compared with Lou's goal for this date of 343.95 miles.
24,096 total feet climbed so far in 2016, compared to a year-to-date goal of 21,168. Lou hopes to climb more than the 61,316 feet he climbed in 2015 -- but in less time each day than his 1:07:04 hour average in 2015. So far in 2016 Tortoise's walks have averaged 51:38 minutes each.
His average pace so far in 2016 has been 16:33 minutes per mile, somewhat more tortoise like than his goal of 16:05 minutes per mile, but a noticeable difference from his 18:25 minute per mile pace in 2015.
Lou has walked 309 consecutive non-Sundays since his 8 missed days May 2-11, Overall he has walked on 412 of the 421 non-Sundays in 2015-16, a 97.86% consistency rating.
One step at a time can lead to great things!
And now for today's walking thought ...
"One of my haunting childhood memories begins with the howl of distant air-raid sirens that awaken me from sleep. Before long, another sound, the rattle and hum of propellers, gradually increases until it shakes the very air. Trained well by our mother, we children each grab our bag and run up the hill to a bomb shelter. As we hurry through the pitch-dark night, green and white flares drop from the sky to mark the targets for the bombers. Strangely enough, everyone calls these flares Christmas trees.
"I am four years old, and I am a witness to a world at war.
[Please. Go back up and look at the picture of the Dresden again.]
"As I pondered the history of Dresden and marveled at the ingenuity and resolve of those who restored what had been so completely destroyed, I felt the sweet influence of the Holy Spirit. Surely, I thought, if man can take the ruins, rubble, and remains of a broken city and rebuild an awe-inspiring structure that rises that rises toward the heavens, how much more capable is our Almighty Father to restore His children who have fallen, struggled, or become lost.
"It matters not how completely ruined our lives may seem. It matters not how scarlet our sins, how deep our bitterness, how lonely, abandoned, or broken our hearts may be. Even those who are without hope, who live in despair, who have betrayed trust, surrendered their integrity, or turned away from God can be rebuilt. ... there is no life so shattered that it cannot be restored."
The Tortoise is smiling!
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