I’m back. That’s a freaking long walk, 11.2 kilometers (6.959 miles).
It took two and a half hours, including buying water at the gas station, talking to my friend there about Rick Nash and Scott Gomez, peeing behind a tree, and sitting at a bus stop having slight hallucinations.
I don’t think I’ve walked that far since I was a teenager and my friends and I would walk from our houses to downtown to the pool hall, down to the park, back to the pool hall, maybe back to the park, sometimes up to the arena, and then home. No wonder I was 140 pounds.
Can I do something like this tomorrow? I’m working on it.