I walked a mile, but not in somebody else’s shoes.
I have been wanting to say that to someone, but the opportunity has not arisen. I thought I would use it as an introduction to a Pedestrian Post. I have been walking most mornings before work but have not made many (or any? Too lazy to go back and check as usual) blog posts about them.
This morning I actually walked with a purpose, because I wanted to return a couple of overdue library books. You are welcome to judge me for not returning them on time. I have no excuse.
I headed towards Prospect Street, where I could walk through the library parking lot. It was a little after 5 a.m. and practically light out. I am more used to walking in the dark, but this was OK. The thermostat in my house said it was 60 degrees out, so it was warmer than it has been. I enjoyed that.
This is a picture I took earlier this month. The library sign is back now, freshly painted, so I have to go get a picture of that soon.
I walked down Main Street to Park Avenue and by the Post Office. I was enjoying my walk. My legs felt good, and my mind was not dwelling on stupid stuff. Sometimes I am my own worse enemy in that respect.
My walk was 22 minutes, my favorite number, and a little over a mile. It was a good way to start the day.