Look at you, lady. Look at you with your power walk. I see you all jazzed up in your hooded sweatshirt and track pants, white tennis shoes pounding the pavement as white ear bud wires dangle, nay, dance to the rhythm of your feet. You must feel the warmth of what may be the early forming of what could eventually become a burn, as your forehead tingles...at some point, sweat may glisten there.
That twenty minute power walk around the neighborhood easily burned off half the calories of that low fat yogurt you ate for breakfast. You go, girl. You did it.