Anyway, I’ve been keeping busy workin’ at nothin’ all day but I guess that’s the point of being retired, right? Well, I’m continuing my walkaholic ways and there was a little twist to my normal routine yesterday. Friday night darts featured me and Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink, going head-to-head. I put him in the losers bracket, he came back and revenged/avenged himself later in the tournament. Typical night for me and I was satisfied with third place money for my efforts.
Steve asked me about the Saturday walking group and I advised him that I don’t do that one as it is too intense for my liking. He told me he enjoys walking but was bored with the city streets and wanted to see some countryside. I invited him to join me on my morning hike and we exchanged phone numbers.
Bottom line, Steve got to see some country scenes and he professed to enjoy himself.
Well, the f’n thatch grass for one thing. I guess it has reached its zenith and now it is falling down. As bad as it was when it was standing tall and proud, now it has become an almost impenetrable obstacle, making the trail difficult to see and even harder to walk.
Even so, Steve got in a solid 5K+ hike. I had turned on my fitness ap (map my run) when I left the house. So I got an extra 2K walking to where I rendezvoused with Steve. And after we parted, for some twisted reason I just kept on walking. That is so unlike me!
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Seems like I can’t figure out how to post an image mapping my walk, but it does let me post code, let’s see how that works out.
The above doesn’t include my 30-minute dog walk or the hour I hiked around the neighborhood in the afternoon. All told, my day went like this:
What else?
How about some politics?
Me, I’m just going to kick back, chill…
Why not? I mean, it’s not like three years ago:
These days my problems are centered on avoiding traps and obstacles.
I mean, you just have to be careful where you tread:
I guess that’s about enough for now. I need to head into Olongapo City and get my watchband repaired or replaced. And later this afternoon I’m going to help Meica, one of the Alley Cats girls, celebrate her 25th birthday.
And that’s where things stand from here.
31K steps is an impressive amount of walking! For me, that would represent about 6.2 hours, assuming I’m unencumbered and pain-free. For you, I’m guessing it’d be closer to 4.5 to 5 hours, given how much faster you walkâam guessing 6 kph. Your Fitbit is saying 5.2 kph, when I do the math based on the numbers shown above, but I don’t believe it. I think it’s short-changing you on speed.
Anyway, if we were to do the 30K-step Tan Creek walk, we could certainly break the walk up with extended rest periods so it doesn’t feel like one long, unbroken trudge. That would lengthen our timetable, but it might be worth it. Last thing either of us will want is to walk while in discomfort!
As you say, though, we’ll be in touch via email and can play this by ear. Rock on!
Really wanna piss off the liberal ex-wife? Give her a dose of Dr. Vallicella. She seems kind of dim, though, so I suspect she’ll just label him a blowhard, too, instead of actually trying to internalize his arguments and to refute him on his own terms (which is the only way to convince anyone of anything). What on earth did you see in her? Me, I like a woman with brains. Smart is sexy.
Regarding my first comment: I’m not sure why I assumed a speed of 5K steps per hour for myself. My natural speed, unencumbered, is 6K steps/hr. So let me try the math again: I’d do 31K steps in about 5.2 hours, compared to your speed, which puts you at around 4.6 hours given your step rate of almost 7K steps/hr.
“Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink…” there’s something bluntly passive aggressive about this locution and characterization, as if you are not only impugning Steve for his temperance but also expressing implicit surprise that the world does indeed play host to an Englishman who doesn’t consume alcohol and, more to the point, while living in an iniquitous expat home like the Philippines. I think if you just get to know him a little more, you may find there is a very good reason Steve the Englishman who doesn’t drink doesn’t drink, such as he doesn’t like the taste of got too shoehorned one night and lost his rainy day savings to a wicked hostess. Try to find out and let us know. Thanks…
Kev, yeah I can almost set my watch by the 7000 steps per hour–on flat ground anyway. Looking forward to seeing some new trails in Korea!
Dan, my “Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink” schtick is definitely done tongue in cheek. He’s an outstanding darter and I joke about being further disadvantaged in the finals when he’s sober and I’m not. All in fun!
I have gotten to know Steve better these past few months and he’s a nice guy with an interesting story. He lived and worked in Spain for the past 22 years where he owns a bar! When I pointed out the incongruity of a non-drinker owning a bar, he laughed and said “oh, I use to drink–a lot! That’s why I had to quit.” I certainly respect him for that and admire his ability to take control of his life. On our hike together the other day he said he doesn’t miss drinking at all. Good for him!