Very frustrated.
When I have a do nothing day, a day that involves walking across the face of the earth, I seem able to perform without problem all day. The lungs work, the legs work, I notice that I must be more careful of traffic towards the end of the day as I am not as alert as I was at the beginning and I will take more chances. Read the last sentence to be saying “towards the end of a long day of walking, as my ability to perform computational mechanics in my head declines, and as my innate ability to calculate the speed of advance of an onrushing vehicle worsens, I become less capable and more of a threat to myself.” But I can function. I can get there and back. I have the satisfaction of a minor accomplishment.
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