Walk week

I need a break from my exercise DVDs.
I can recite along with the instructors, word for word. I even correct their grammar, as obsessively as Meryl Streep's character in Lemony Snicket.
I am definitely over their Aussie accents, and I don't really want to feel the burn, at least not for a few days.
So, I'm declaring this Walk Week.
I know, I already walk the dog for up to an hour almost every night. But you can't power-walk with a dog.
I have to stop before I cross each road. Not that he's learning any road sense. I have to stop to hold him back from sniffing other dogs' butts. Nasty habit. I have to stop once, and sometimes twice, to pick up his poo. Who needs to go twice in an hour? That's just vindictive.
So, I'm adding in a morning power-walk this week. By myself. Just got back from my first one. It's once around the block, which is 2km. Small uphill, long downhill, nice long flat bit, nasty steep uphill to finish, topped off by the stairs up to the lounge. 20 minutes flat out.
And weather isn't going to put me off this week. Two walks a day, every day.