Walk: not much
Distance: 6 blocks, home yoga practice, hit golf balls
I fear haircuts but not the dentist. Never have and used to proudly get 'brave little patient' compliments from my dentist as a kid. But sitting in the dentist chair today for a filling, I was reminded of why it is that people develop this phobia; certainly makes way more sense than hair cut phobia.
In case any ciwt readers are among the dentist phobic, I won't dwell on the length of the needles, the crunching, whirring sounds, the pressure, the vibrations, the smells. No, won't do that. In fact as the time went by today, I began to think the most sensible thing to do would be to join the ranks of the dental fearful. As I understand it, those people are given pills and wonderful gases and trip right off into a lovely space reserved for the non-brave.