OK, it may be late blog posts all week, because here I am Wednesday morning making my Tired Tuesday post. For anybody who read Monday’s post (made on Tuesday morning, of course) and was wondering: I did feel better as the day went on. I went to rehearsal for Love’s Labour’s Lost (just to plug my upcoming play again) and did not do too badly (or perhaps I flatter myself).
I thought this morning instead of making another post lamenting my inability to make good posts on time (just ignore the preceding paragraph), I would attempt a Pedestrian Post. This was one motivation to get me out the door and walking when the devil on one shoulder said, “Don’t walk today. You have to make a blog post and fix your lunch.” I still don’t know what I’m going to bring for my lunch, but I will worry about that later.
I thought of using Map My Run on my phone to track my walk, because I was worried my Garmin would not have enough charge, but Garmin at least had a couple of bars. That was good, since I intended to do a short-ish trek that I have mapped before. It looks like Popeye’s arm. I know this, because I usually share Map My Run on Facebook, for the entertainment of my friends. Some of them like to say what the shape looks like. Sometimes I tell them what it means about them psychologically or predicts for their future, adding the caveat that it is for entertainment purposes only. Not that anybody takes anything I say seriously, but you never know.
The Garmin always says Wait when I hit Walk, but I don’t always do it. Today I did not. It seems to track the walk or run the same either way. I headed towards German Street and turned left. I had a bottle of water. My intention was to drink it as I walked and refill it at the spring on Lou Ambers Drive. This is what I have been doing on most of my walks, although it cuts down on the variety of my paths. However, since I seem to be in a dehydrated state most of the time these days, I continue to do it.
The birds were singing loudly. I do like to hear that. I noted with gratitude every light in someone’s window. I especially like the ones that look like flickering candles. I also like to see the ones where it seems somebody is up and about, not just leaving a light on for security or other reasons (I don’t purport to know people’s reasons for doing things). It is nice to think I am not the only one out of bed prior to 5 a.m. Obviously I am not, as the occasional car drives by.
I turned up Maple Grove, so I could go up a little hill then across I think it’s Johnson and come down Lou Ambers to the spring. As I turned down Lou Ambers, I saw a couple on the opposite side of the street walking a dog. I thought to myself, “Left side, facing traffic!” That is what I was taught in kindergarten, but it seems others were not or perhaps did not internalize the lesson. Or maybe they are being rebels. Again, I do not purport to know others’ reasons. I did not catch up to them so could not ask to pet the dog. That is all I would have asked them. I think people might get defensive if I asked them why they were not walking the way I was taught to in kindergarten.
I ended up walking a mile and a third in about 27 minutes. I thought vaguely as I turned up my driveway about continuing for another three minutes to make a half hour but was disinclined to do so. For one reason, I had a blog post to make. And I see I have made it to the tune of over 650 words. Wow! I haven’t blathered on that much for a long time! If you have read till the end, I thank you.
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