All right, I'm rolling again.

Well, not exactly "rolling." What I mean is that I am starting to get back into my routine of last summer and fall of walking every day. I've been battling bad weather and also my own laziness, but yesterday I went walking with Nicole and we covered 6 1/2 miles. That was good, so today -- with my wife working -- I decided to try and go out by myself.

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I had a pretty ambitious plan, to head south from Sun City on Jordan Hill Road for a couple of miles, then head west to Old Atlanta Road and north to Baptist Camp to complete the square and head back home. I guessed it would be somewhere in the neighborhood of nine miles, which would be the longest walk I had taken in several months.

The walk started well. It wasn't all that cold outside and I was listening to Greg Iles' novel "Turning Angel" on my iPod. It was just after 3 p.m. when I started walking, so I was hoping to get home before dark.

The only part of the walk -- the not-so-"square," as it was -- that I knew the length of was the final side, which was about 2.1 miles down Baptist Camp Road and another 1.6 from the gate of Sun City Peachtree home.

That's sort of an interesting walk, past a trailer park that looks pretty poor, a Baptist Camp and a shooting ranch, but today it wound up being a bit of a problem. Just past the trailer park, with a little more than three miles left in my walk, it started raining.

I could have called home. I had my Blackberry with me, and I could have called Nicole to come and get me. But it wasn't raining that hard, so I kept walking. It started raining a little more steadily, but I had my hooded Dodger jacket, which is a little bit rain resistant. Unfortunately, the rain was making it chillier, but I kept slogging away and putting one foot in front of the other until I got home right around 6 p.m.

So I was wet, I was cold and my feet were starting to hurt.

But I felt righteous -- more than 15 miles in two days.

I'm back.