Today’s weather was just glorious. While Tuesday morning felt like a calendar page from the “Dog Days of Summer”, today was more like a late Spring day.
I left earlier than usual to take advantage of the cool morning and got 6.2 miles, or the equivalent of a 5k route, under my belt. I am dogged in my goal to have walked 500 miles by year end. I must admit racking up alot of miles in 2015 has been rough. I prefer walking in the a.m., and all these rainy mornings not only are no-walk days, but then walking errands pile up, then grocery shopping must be done eventually. Tomorrow morning the HVAC guy comes to check the A/C and it is supposed to be raining cats and dogs, so they may just reschedule the appointment, as they did before, making that still another no-walk day. And, of course, don’t forget about dealing with those ever-present weeds … so there goes still another morning. After hearing on the news that the City of Farmington Hills has obtained a weed-munching goat in an eco-friendly attempt to clear overgrown, invasive plants in a storm water detention basin, I am thinking that might be a viable option for me too. Hmmmm, I wonder if my neighbor Marge would approve?
It sure is hard to believe that nearly half the year has passed already. I had set a mini-goal to have walked 250 miles by 4th of July, figuring half the year would be gone, thus I should aim to have half the miles toward my 500-mile goal walked already. But I’m not even to 200 yet … though I am close to getting there.
In today’s walk I zigzagged around … first along Fort Street, then through a couple of parks and over to the Harrison Street Bridge to see if any ducks were congregating there, but there were none.
I passed by this tree with its comical face and took the picture mostly because it resembles my boss. There are other trees that line Emmons Boulevard with similar character faces, but this is really his doppelganger, er … if a tree could be someone’s likeness. I make my case since Robb has a handlebar moustache and when he teaches his labor law class, he often dons his wire-rimmed specs which make him look much more professorial. I e-mailed him the above picture and asked what he thought – suffice it to say he believes I am barking up the wrong tree.
Speaking of pooches, today I saw the pair of English bulldogs and would have liked to get an up-close photo of them next to their very slender owners, but they were way ahead of me down the block. I did not think a pic of a pair of waddling bulldog backsides would do much for this blog post.
My friends in North Carolina and Virginia are suffering in a heat wave where the scorching-hot temps have been way over the century mark. Evelyn, who lives in Richmond, tells me when the family comes home from work, their red tick hound Ginny is rarin’ to go on her pre-dinnertime walk. They, however, are only too glad to be home and in the cool A/C and not too eager to traipse out for a walk in the heat, so they spend half an evening convincing her to stay put while she positions herself near the front door, next to where her leash is kept.
As I turned up my street, I saw Jenny our mail lady and told her I just finished over six miles, was pooped and I truly didn’t know how walks eleven miles on her daily route. She confessed that yesterday’s heat and humidity took its toll because she was so dog tired, she only sat for a moment on the couch, then promptly fell asleep.
I wished I could have extended my walk, but that would have overdone it and I would be asking for shin splints for sure, but it was hard to tear myself from the perfect day to go into the house.
Mother Nature, I’ve got a bone to pick with you – no more rain and give us more perfect Summer days like these please, because I’d really like to achieve my 500-mile walking goal this year– after all, every dog has its day.