It is the busiest travel day of the year, and, just like the fallen leaves, people are scattered here, there and everywhere. Consequently, the perimeter path at Council Point Park sure was not one of the most-traveled places. Unbelievably, there were just a measly two people walking along the trail this morning, and one of them was me! Because the other walker was leaving as I approached the pavilion area, I walked solo on the trail, except for those pudgy squirrels who came running up to greet me. Perhaps most of the regular walkers were scurrying around getting last-minute goodies for the holiday table, or were put off by the relentless blustery and cold weather.
I think the Park maintenance crew has high hopes for warmer weather, perhaps that coveted Indian Summer that we never got, because all the picnic tables are still grouped together in the pavilion area. It looks barren there these days, except for the sparrows who occasionally converge to look for crumbs they may have missed from Park picnics enjoyed long ago.
As to me, I was, and still am, on a mission. I wanted to reach that 900-mile mark today, and I did just that; in fact, I passed that milestone and ended up with 901 miles by the time I got back home.
I was hurrying along, not just because I was cold, but it is the last day before a holiday weekend, and wanted to get everything off my “virtual desk” before I shut off my work computer, so I could come here and write this blog post.
The upcoming holiday weekend will be four days of dry but cold temps, so I’ll be able to pile on the bulky clothes and bulk up my miles as well … hmm, what will my next goal be? Do I shoot for the moon and try for 1,000 miles, or be satisfied with 955, which will be 200 miles over my original year-end goal?
I’m ready, willing and able.
But … the rest of this equation depends solely on the weather.