As the March viral nightmare slowly fades into April (who knows what will happen next - maybe we will all wake up and it will be just a bad dream), I am still clinging to the hope of walking 2,020 miles this year. So far, I am healthy and on schedule. If I stopped to think about it a whole lot, I might reach the conclusion that I am just another self-centered, narcissistic baby boomer like the youngsters contend, but where's the fun in that?
And so I grind. 174 miles in March. 506 miles so far. No days off.
It's not really all that much, but I feel healthy. I wave and smile at every car I see on the road, even as I wonder where the hell they are going in such a hurry. "Gotta get to Target and see if they have TP today!"
COVID-19 has closed the State Parks and National Parks, so my choices are really narrowed to the local Juan Bautista De Anza Trail and my loop hikes on back roads, all of which are getting a little old. I'm trying to be good and stay away from the beaches, but I may not be able to resist if the weather gets better.
Weather forecast for next week: better.
|Those boomers are so selfish.
Peace and Love From Six Feet Away,