But I was good enough yesterday to complete the Hash trail without any breathing difficulties. It’s been too long since I could say that. I did the short trail (around 5K), which included two moderate climbs. The ups are never easy for me, but it is nice not to feel like you are going to die while doing them. So, I am making progress, one step at a time!
The Hash began at the VFW and passed through Alta Vista, so I joined the trail there.
I really enjoyed this trail. It was short, and I didn’t have to take shortcuts (other than the first half-kilometer from the VFW to Alta Vista). Some parts were familiar, some I hadn’t done for a while. But as I said, the best part was hiking again and feeling good while doing so. So much more fun that way!
I also participated in the after Hash at It Doesn’t Matter for the first time in quite a while. The kitchen there has reopened, so I gave their BLT sandwich a try.
After I’d had my fill of beers, I headed for home. Stopped by Myleen’s for some takeout desserts, then grabbed my trike. I settled onto the couch with my sweetie and some apple pie a la mode. Then watched episode #5 of Blue Eye Samurai. Well, most of it anyway.
Facebook memories reminded me that five years ago I was marching strong:
I’m not sure I’ll be replicating that distance regularly, but I have some plans to push myself a little harder, starting with my solo Thursday hike. Stay tuned!
Also, Facebook showed me a picture I’d posted from my glory days back in the early 70s.
I’m still alive and kicking fifty-plus years later, so I reckon I beat the odds and overcame a lot of those bad life choices. I’m going to keep that up for as long as I can!
Quora Q&A time:
Q: Would a millionaire in his 60s get hot girls in their 20s easily?
A: I am not a millionaire. I am 65 years old, and I routinely “get” hot girls in their 20s (although honestly, I prefer women in their 30s) easily. It is simply a matter of helping each other out—they have needs, I have needs. I take care of them; they take care of me. Win-Win.
Not anymore, of course. Live and learn. Or maybe I just got lucky.
How about these?
Anyway, it’s all good. My Tuesday evening routine of heading to Baloy Beach and the Kokomo floating bar is coming up next. I could get used to normalcy again!
And I took the short one. My regular group continued on the long trail and made their own shortcut later. I wanted to stick with this one, so we parted ways.
This is unlike you. Don’t you normally prefer to have a walking buddy just in case something bad happens?
Ah, a couple of out-of-towners. I wound up being their guide.
Oh. Well, there we go, then.
Let’s go thataway
Are the locals cool with all the chalk arrows and other indicators?
When I imagine myself as a homeowner with a huge property, and I further imagine people routinely walking through my property, I’m not sure how happy I’d be about that. As a compromise, I’d probably put up a fence and some signs showing where people can walk… and where they can’t.
Some sidewalk walkin’
Yeah, that would come as a relief to me after humping along an uneven, rocky, root-strewn trail. I’m a wimpy pavement/sidewalk person.
On Home at the Roadhouse (formerly Blue Butterfly)
Does the place serve food, or is it drinks only?
I’ll have to rewind and see what I missed.
“Rewind.” Funny how we still use words from a bygone technological era. It’s like when I say “dial” a phone number on my cell phone. Or how us older folks still use expressions like “sound like a broken record.”
I was good enough yesterday to complete the Hash trail without any breathing difficulties. It’s been too long since I could say that.
Again, congrats on the new lease on life. I’m glad the meds are working out, and it’s good news to hear you plan to push yourself.
Kev, there was another guy there I didn’t know who wanted to do the short trail with me. He bailed out after the first hill because he was having breathing issues. I could relate. I’ll walk a familiar trail like My Bitch alone, but I do prefer having someone around in case of emergency.
Well, the chalk markings we use disappear after the first rain, as does the powder. If someone didn’t like it, it would be easily removed. I never heard any complaints about the marks, but sometimes we have had people bitch about “trespassing,” although that is very rare. More common is someone putting up a fence or otherwise blocking a path to keep unwanted passersby out. Overall, though, people are friendly and welcoming.
Roadhouse had a three or four-item menu offering meat pies at the Hash. Whether they are always on offer, I don’t know.
I hadn’t really thought about those outdated expressions, I guess because they still sound natural to me. It is pretty funny when someone points them out like that. Hell, I remember those good ol’ days when you could find someone in the phone book.
Thanks for your support; I’m going to keep pushing it as long as I can. That week off made me realize how much I will miss my hikes if the day comes when I’m unable to get out and about.