I am continuing my walks, even if the time change and (slight) seasonal change has slowed me down a bit. Yesterday was a summer-like day in San Diego (I know..."When is it NOT?" you ask, but we have had a cool and rainy stretch), so I left the house early and got out and about. I ended up walking longer and farther than I intended...in fact, I set a new record (for me) at least, at 8.39 miles. Yes, it took me over 3 hours to walk that, so I'm not winning any marathons, and double yes: I'm paying the price today as my legs are sore and tight as hell.
Since mid-April, when this whole walking thing started after a "Come to Jesus" talk with my doctor about my ongoing battle with diabetes, I've walked over 360 miles. My goal these days is to walk at least 2 hours each time I go out. That roughly translates to about 5 miles for me. My secondary goal is 40 miles a month, which is 10 miles a week. I just made that in November, but I have had a few extraordinary months, like July where I walked 86.45 miles (hmmm....what happened in July to make me walk so much, I wonder?). October also was a banner month, with just under 60 miles.
I've learned--and seen--some interesting things on my walk, like the sight above from a bridge overpass on First Avenue. That's Point Loma off in the distance (on a clear day you can see forever, indeed). I've even found some money (13 bucks on one walk!). I think what fascinates me most though are the dogs on my walks. There are always people walking their dogs. The dogs seem to have one of two thoughts in mind when they see me: 1. Do I have to protect my master? (although no dog has threatened me) and 2. Does this guy have food for me? I think they're more concerned about the latter, and it seems like the little dogs--thankfully--are more the type to challenge my encroachment. I also have somehow developed a sixth sense for dog poop. I never step in it, but I always SEE it (some days, like today, I also unfortunately smell it). I'm amazed at the amount of people who don't clean up after their dogs and how many also don't see it and step in it.
But there are more pleasant things to discover along the sidewalks of San Diego than the leftover dinners of our canine friends. Occasionally I find something that just literally calls out my name, like this curb on Laurel Street (yes, Laurel...Laurel Street).
Aww...I love you, too, stranger.
Awe and I love you too.
Posted by: Laurel | December 01, 2011 at 09:31 AM
Love the pictures. PS... Carry a few dog biscuits with you... especially for the little dogs!
Posted by: Kitchen Encounters | November 28, 2011 at 04:54 PM
Yea... this is why you blog. Great post.
Posted by: Kitchen Encounters | November 28, 2011 at 04:52 PM