You know what, this was a pretty good walk I think. I walked the Park Hill Loop this morning in 1:08:08, with splits of 13:52, 13:57, 13:35, 13:46, and 12:57. It was an impromptu effort. My legs felt a tad dead when I began at a jog, so after about thirty seconds I slowed to a walk. By the time I got to 47th Street, I was pickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em down pretty easily, so I went for it. I think I resembled an eastern European race walker as I dashed down Orange Street Hill to break thirteen for the final mile. It's miserable here, overcast, with a temp of 28°F and windchill of 15. They say it'll get to 13 tonight, the same as it was two weeks ago when all my pipes burst. The water's already dripping in my tub, and I have a heating pad, covered by plastic bags and towels, on the faucets to my washer. I hope the new copper is safe from tonight. At 6:52 p.m., it's 24. The wind is blowing straight from the north, right down the Levy Trail. I jogged and walked two miles on it in 25:27, with splits of 12:26, and 13:01.
OVERHEARD
"We trying to do the same thing you trying to do."
—one of two teenagers I passed on the Levy Trail. I'm not sure what he meant. Was they trying to jog, or was they trying to stay warm and shit?
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Wait, was it Huggy?
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