Distance: 2 Miles and take yoga class
Our summers and glorious Fall days are wonderful but sometimes confusing. Periodically we wake up to balmy brightness that demands going for a run, playing some tennis, even sun bathing. But it is the end of October; there are Fall things on the calendar: winterizing roofs, taking classes that began in September, reading voter pamphlets, and, you know, just going to work. And of late the Giants and the playoffs and World Series. These last have been so entertaining and riveting, they've captivated our imaginations, galvinized our energies and blocked our brains from having to figure out what else to do except stay centered on baseball.
Now now, suddenly, we have to contend with a day too nice for our empty and unmotivated heads. Clear, warm, Indian summery and No Baseball. What's a girl to do? All options lack the automatic get up and go of the Series - they actually demand, ugh, work, making yourself run or work out, paying attention, knuckling down, thinking, being present. Ie, they are not natural highs which we've been on for a few weeks now with the Giants.
Such, sometimes, are the travails of living in the Bay Area.
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