Plodding
Plodding along is actually what I call it. Out of bed at 5 AM. At least four cups of cofee, never with powdered whitener. Race walking eight miles before breakfast. Then fried eggs, toast, perhaps accompanied by katsup smothered potatoes. To aid digestion there will be no meat, of course. Finally, I only need to walk another 13 miles, eat one cheese sandwich, consume a quart of water, and I will be ready for dinner. Alas, at 9 PM I will be in dream land contemplating these wonderful events. [And if your are lucky, you will encounter wild, but tame, animals along Plodding Way.]
Plodding