I did six.
Not because I'm all gung ho and always have to do just a little bit more than is required.
Nope, I did it because at 3 miles, I heard something calling my name. It was clear as a bell. Thummmmmmppppperrr...come heeerrrreeee...
I am nothing if not obedient--just ask the Spouse Thingy--and followed the sound of my name.
Right into Solano Bakery, where, in the display case, was a chocolate glazed donut calling out to me.
The internal struggle of I-want-one-but-I-shouldn't lasted about .00009 seconds, when I decided that because I hadn't had a donut in over a year, dammit, I was getting one.
So I added two miles to my walk, because as good as that donut was, I don't want it hanging around any longer than necessary.
And I'm starting to wonder how many people who undertake the training for this walk end up gaining weight...donuts are evil and I'm sure I'm not the only person who hears them calling.