I just sat upright in bed, realizing as I thought about walking to the bus tomorrow morning that I never wrote about the exercise my legs got today. Since I also never got to write a diary entry – I’ve been composing those each morning(ish) for a fortnight or so – this day would be a disaster for self-discipline without this post, which I’m touch-typing in the dark.
So: I did 5.25 this afternoon – deliberately matching the distance I did on that last commute – before rushing up to shower and rushing out the door to pick up milk, pick up edible art, and meet a friend for dinner and a movie and cartoons at her place. In expanding ye olde high-school-era loop, I made a point of eliminating the local arteries in favor of neighborhood roads near the center of town; that route should even get better without my intervention, if the yellow flags along Feura Bush really indicate that by Halloween I’ll reach sidewalks sooner than ever.
P.S. In relation to that last link, Romanian looks really uncanny to me, as I know neither Italian nor any Slavic language and I didn’t expect to see them mixed.
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