I've walked 39.3 miles before, so I'm not terribly worried about my Avon Walk next month, but I'm also prone to being delusional/overly optimistic/a glutton for punishment. Still, I'd like to get a couple of distance walks in in the next few weeks, if only to break in my (yet to be purchased) shoes. You know, to remind my hips and knees and toenails what it's like to plod on and on and on for hours on end.
Chris has a couple of work trips coming up, though, so it will be just Quinn and me for five out of the next six weeks. And, yeah, Quinn has school a couple of days a week, but I am not testing my ability to not melt here. By the time he's in school, it's already in the triple digits. No thank you.
Bottom line: unless we drive to California and find a babysitter, I think my outdoor training walks have come to a close for the summer. Here are some photos of my walk (okay, hike) this morning. Squaw Peak, I'm gonna miss you.