more about walking and talking

This morning KW and I met up at Holly Park and walked to Mt Davidson (and back). A good walk, at least five miles. I had forgotten that the cross is a monument to the Armenian genocide. Being reminded of that make it seem less ominous and oppressive. 

I hiked in Redwood with NG and JH (and J's son) on Friday afternoon. Really good to see them, in person, for the first time since March. It was a lovely day over in Oakland and we hiked about five miles. 

I feel pretty good about the amount of outdoor exercise I've been getting lately -- last Sunday SN and I hiked seven or eight miles in Marin. However, I started doing sit-ups again and was surprised by how hard it was to get up to a decent number. Let's face it: I am out of shape. I was asking myself how many more times I can let things go and then get at least some of my mojo back before I'm just too old. 

Am lazing on the couch in the sunny later afternoon. Oh, California.