Rage walking my way to better health?

This week has proven special in terms of being emotionally trying.  Without getting too personal, let's just say a family member I particularly loathe is back in town and I've had to deal with being around them.  Then there are all the little asshole kids showing up today...  Three times this week, I've gone on rage walks-- rather than be stuck enduring said people, I've power walked the neighborhood until they leave.  A walk that once used to make me struggle for an hour, I can now do in 45 minutes and barely breaking a sweat.  As I told my obligatory friend named Joe, I'd rather be tired and moving than pissed and stuck.  My nephew is going to help me overcome my fear of driving and that will change who I have to tolerate in my life.  I will give the same consideration for feelings as I was given when I can finally move out: none.  My family is welcome to tolerate each other.  I know I can do better.

More on progress by week's end.  I wait on tomorrow's weigh in with bated breath!