I got on a bit of a museum kick last August, and I seem to be doing the same thing this August. I went to the Met last weekend. I was going to go to the Frick and Whitney today, but my nearly deaf cab driver misunderstood my destination, and dropped me off much closer to the Met than the Frick, so I decided to just go with it, and visited the Met again. This is fine, as there is so much stuff in the Met that you can go twice in two weeks and see completely different stuff. This time around, I stumbled into the Degas section, and spent some time browsing around in that neighborhood.
Last weekend, I took a cab to and from the museum. This weekend, I took a cab up, but walked back to Penn Station, which is a nice long walk. My ankles and knees hurt a little now, but I made the walk without any grief, so that makes me feel a little better about my current fitness level.