Last week my feet were made for walking.

I set out from the upper west side on a warm, sunny day…destination lower Manhattan below the Freedom Tower.

I crossed Central Park, window shopped my way down Fifth Avenue, taking to the streets because my beloved NYC sidewalks were packed with spaced out tourists and text reading drunk walkers.

I meandered through Madison Square Park down Broadway.

At this point I was miles into my journey and decided to avoid the subway the day after the Istanbul airport attack.

I took on Soho, zagged over to West Broadway and earned my FitBit suggested 10,000 steps in TriBeCa.

I skirted the 9/11 Memorial cut over to Liberty and landed at my destination.

After my appointment, my daughter phoned and I walked and talked, finding myself in Chelsea.

I threw down the gauntlet and challenged myself to make it back to the upper west side by foot, destination Time Warner Center and hydration at Landmarc Restaurant.

I passed on life’s essentials and went hard core with an ice cold martini, shaken not stirred.

That was the elixir I was looking for.

I had surpassed my half marathon and feeling stoked.

Mission Accomplished.

One of life’s small victories.