I am walking the dog these days. This, let me clarify, is not Walking, per se. It is step, step, stop, wait, wait, wait; step, step, stop, wait, wait, wait, while the dog does his thing. For the first several days of this I was exceedingly impatient and repeatedly asked Cosmo why he wasn’t a cat. But one can get used to anything, and now I’m enjoying our minimum twice-daily outings. We don’t go far – my god, how is it even possible with such short legs and so much to sniff?? – but I have found the rhythm in it and spend many fine moments admiring gardens and choosing which house I would like to make my own.
Interestingly, while walking was my inspiration for this blog it’s ultimately a metaphor and I have to remember that when I feel silly – for starting a blog about walking and then not walking. And the fact that much of my walking life right now consists of step, step, stop, wait, wait, wait, is a testament to that. Enough said*.
And anyway, I did walk today sans pooch: a friend and I met on Church Street halfway between our places with the intention of taking a walk, which we did – as far as Dolores Park. It was a beautiful day and we sat at the top of the slope in the dappled shade. The cityscape was sharply cut into a very blue sky. I’m all about sitting, too.
The Walk: 2.8 miles
The Sit: longer than the walk
*Except that, metaphor aside, I have actually been walking for most of my life so certainly have a well to draw from!
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