This morning was the first time I asked myself, Am I carrying this thing too far? I awoke even before the alarm went off at 3:45. I was so tired and bleary-eyed that I didn't realize until after we'd left that I'd forgotten a poop bag for Banks. All I could do was hope that he did number two in a discreet place (he did).
I was cranky and impatient, and found myself pulling roughly on Banks' leash from time to time. Sorry buddy. But as usual, after about 30 minutes, things settled into a groove. I thought about how I'd feel, after a year, if I really did complete 1,500+ miles. What might my body look like? That'll keep you moving. Mostly I thought about how subsequent walks will seem like a piece of cake after this one.
I thought I'd feel weird and conspicuous, being out at 4:00 a.m., but I didn't give it a thought. I kept to well-lit Congress for the most part, but felt perfectly safe when I wound through the residential areas to lengthen the walk.
I'm back and showered and waiting for my ride to the airport. I'll see you in Virginia.
Up at 3:45 AND you worry about dog poop, you are a much better citizen than most. Have a great trip.
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