Discovered this morning that a once puzzling pair of socks my mother gifted to me could actually be just what I need for a planned bucket list excursion. I want to walk the perimeter of Manhattan, from Sutton Place back to Sutton Place, or perhaps from The Battery back to The Battery. The start/stop point is arbitrary. But these compression socks, which I had long written off as being for long travel flights, seem also to be intended for long walks such as the 32 miles I would cover doing this.
A previous goal, to walk the length of Manhattan from Marble Hill to the Staten Island Ferry, is also on the block for consideration. But the trek around the perimeter seems like there would be more new-to-me experiences versus rambling down the pretty familiar Broadway or any of the Avenues.
Today is Marathon Sunday. That’s not why I am thinking of this, it’s not inspired by anything. Some of the people I met at the last walking club event are going to be running or walking the marathon today. I’ve never had any desire to run a marathon among 50,000 other runners. I would do it solo or in a smaller group, if I do it at all, which I probably will not. In the past I have walked Marathon-length treks. I have maps (somewhere in the bowels of my digital hoarding) to prove it.
My average gait when walking is about 3.5 miles per hour. At that rate I think it would take about 10 hours, but I would throw in some well-advised pit stops along the way, making it more likely a 11-hour day. I may not be fully ready for that.
In other news my attempt to give away 6 bags of candy seemed to be on course when the recipient announced she had a migraine and couldn’t make it. I said let’s try again tomorrow, which is today. These Buy Nothing groups have proven to be very constipated to use. People are unreliable but the format of the group itself is not conducive to this kind of transactionality. My last posting sat in admin review for an unexplained length of time. Small troubles for a small transaction involving this very small person, I suppose.
Thursday was the first day in recent memory that I did not leave the apartment once, and I did not get my daily 10,000 steps. I feel fine for it, but the weekend travails of getting to work have stoked anxieties, so I popped extra panic pills and should be fine for the day. Yesterday the unexpected stench of nail polish took over the office. I don’t complain, can’t complain, but the headache and possible allergic reaction erupted promptly and intruded on my ability to do this fundamentally easy job.
I just stashed a pear stem into a crevice on the wall in front of me. All around this officespace I’ve stashed pear stems. They give me something to do, something to look for in my daily constitutionals which often involve canvassing the entire floors of this place. Pear stems in wall crevices are most common but a few on the window panes are also daily visits. Something they get removed, either deliberately or by the inertia of human activity. But mostly they stay. The on upstairs has been there for about a year, I think.