Give yourself permission to call an Uber of Lyft if you’ve overdone your outdoor adventure
August 11, 2019
I gave myself permission to call an Uber if I ever end up completely shagged out during one of my interminable death marches or slow jogs a long time ago. How amazing that I can click a button on my phone and be saved! In the image below, the light blue is my walking and the dark blue is the Ubering.
Daily death march might need to be an every-other-daily death march
August 7, 2019
I could have walked all day yesterday, even in the heat and humidity; today, however, I am pretty spent. I guess I need to listen to my body. I’m a little shagged the day after. It’s OK, I’ll go low and slow.
Walking: Sat, 15 Jun 2019 21:17:59
June 15, 2019
Lovely. Cut it a mile short because a 16E bus driver for ART—Arlington Transit—took pity on me while I was wandering around the Pentagon and stopped in the middle of the road and let me on, God bless him. I was done but I would’ve done the rest. But I appreciated the generosity and kindness. I even had a metro card so it was all good!