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If you're going to engage in 90-seconds of vigorous kettlebell swings every hour, all day long, every day, even with only a single 12kg kettlebell, then a stretching regimen is essential.

I gave myself permission to call an Uber if I ever end up completely shagged out during one of my interminable death marches or slow jogs a long time ago. How amazing that I can click a button on my phone and be saved! In the image below, the light blue is my walking and the dark blue is the Ubering.

I understand that one needs recovery time between long runs or between heavy workouts, but who thought that I would need recovery days between long walks.

I decided today to take as long a walk as possible. Sadly, today isn't as marvelous and glorious a day as it was yesterday—though who knows, I haven't spend any time outdoors in days as I am in self-quarantine.

People poo-poo walking as exercise, teasing all of us with our pedometers and Fitbits and our obsession with steps. New Yorkers, San Franciscans, and the French, mostly keep themselves fit for life by walking outside and negotiating hills and stairs on a daily basis. And they're skinny.

My dad's advice was "if you don't need to run, walk; if you don't need to walk, stand; if you don't need to stand, sit; if you don't need to sit, lie down." I am embracing the diametrically opposite.

I would love to suggest that this morning's walk was mine but it wasn't -- though I benefited.  

Sadly, this was surely a spirited walk instead of a run, but I was just getting my body prepared.

Lovely. Cut it a mile short because a 16E bus driver for ART—Arlington Transit—took pity on me while I was wandering around the Pentagon and stopped in the middle of the road and let me on, God bless him. I was done but I would've done the rest. But I appreciated the generosity and kindness. I even had a metro card so it was all good!

Took a Saturday evening to mosey around South Arlington. Grabbed some espresso.