The other day I went for a quick walk. Or rather, I left the house intending to go on a quick walk around Lake Merritt.
There are generally a few markers that I use to measure how far I’ve gone – Merritt Bakery and the Kaiser Building on one side, and Lake Chalet Restaurant going in the opposite direction. To Merritt Bakery and back to my house is just around two miles and it’s an good, quick way to get some exercise into what is otherwise a pretty sedentary day. As I walked though, a combination of Hozier and Taylor Swift, playing in my ears, I hit the bakery cut-off mark and kept going. I felt good. It was cool but the sun was shining. No reason not to keep walking. Then I got to the Kaiser building and the new(ish) outcropping of stone seating and grass that marks the top of the lake. Still feeling good, I kept walking.
By the time I got around to Lake Chalet it was no longer cool and I was sweating. I had to take off my puffy vest because I was sweating around my neck. At that point I had no choice but to continue on as turning around and going back the other way would be even longer.
At Fairyland my left knee – the one I landed on when I face-planted at Disneyland a couple of weeks prior – started hurting. And then my right hip – the one that I doctor diagnosed as having bursitis at the ripe old age of 22 – started hurting too. So I’ve got a bum left knee and a good-for-nothing right hip and I’m basically hobbling my way home a sweaty wreck of a woman. At least it was pretty out.