End of the street, again.

Yesterday after I walked to the end of my street I felt that it might have been the Xanax keeping me calm enough to do it, so today I resolved to walk to the end of the street again. It was harder, but I made it.

Like yesterday, I tricked myself by pointing out that the end of the street is not as far as around my block, only about 2/3 of the distance. The idea was that I would be already walking back by the time I reached the around the block distance, and if I had anxiety be forced to keep walking to get back to my house. Kind of like in the movie Gattaca, where the one brother asks the other how he managed to swim out in the lake with him, and he answered "I never saved anything for the swim back".