I took a celebratory-late night walk up Mt. Rub tonight. I started pretty late, about 7:10 PM. But I had to exercise the polluted feeling I had from taking this damn class on English Language Development. God, it was horrible. And I'm not sure that anyone became a better teacher for it.
So, I'm done.
The walk did me good. It was around 8 when I wound around the mountain and started downhill, so I got to see the city at dusk and the clouds that blew in overhead as the wind swept around me and my fellow hikers.
I'm walking at a pretty brisk pace these days, when I walk alone. I might walk a little slower when walking with Do, but that's because we talk and talking slows one down. When I'm alone, I get going pretty fast. I'm going to try to walk every night this week.
3 comments:
Whew! I'm glad you're finally finished with that class.
You can drag me up the hill tomorrow. I've missed 5 days. I'm glad we're going later. I think I do better in the evening.
I'm glad you're getting faster. It motivates me to catch up.
I've taken to doing little urban walks (I live right smack in downtown Seattle).
Sometimes I stroll along at a gentle amble, puffing happily on a cheap stogie, sometimes I cook right along (especially if I've got a lot on my mind).
I used this little Web 2.0 app to plot a one mile route and then add blocks as the mood takes me.
Sometimes my Fallen Angel joins me on the treks. They're slower that way but I love her company.
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Gimme a ringy dingy tonite. I'll put along with you two jackalopes. Pending any taxi service I might need to provide for the kids. We should have sold them to the circus when we had the chance.
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