It's a long way. It took an hour and fourteen minutes. About half-way there, at the top of Langley Hill, I was arrested by the inescapable truth that I will have to walk home again. The uphill bits will be about 30-minutes-in (disaster) and the final stretch (only hope will keep me alive).
I might not be tremendously useful at band practice tonight.
This lunacy is all part of my quest to feel less stuffy and less grumpy. I figured that a healthy dose of fresh air would lighten my mood before I had a chance to slip into a grumble.
So in went the headphones, on went the audio Bible, and off I strolled for a 74-minute walk with a laptop-filled rucksack and a bottle of water.
I'm a big fan of walking, normally. I like to hear the trees rustle and feel the warmth of the sun or the chilly breeze. I like the way it slows everything down and forces you to take your time. It provides you with breathing room.
I'm just wondering whether this commute might be a step too far for me. I guess it's a bit early to tell; after all, I'm really only half-way there.
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