Foggy plans

Golden Gate Park, yesterday in the fog. Pixelated because I zoomed in to get the cars out of the frame.

I went on a walk yesterday, timeboxed to just an hour. I love walking in Golden Gate Park—love listening to soothing podcasts (Tara Brach and On Being are two favorites) as I make my way west, ducking into groves of trees whenever I can.

BUT. It takes about ten minutes to get from my house to the Panhandle (a narrow park limb flanked by two busy streets), and then another ten minutes to walk the Panhandle to the entrance of Golden Gate Park proper. So, if I have an hour to head out and back, easily 40 minutes of it will be along hectic thoroughfares.

As I turned back at the half-hour mark, I felt full of love and resolve: well, in that case, I’ll just need to walk for TWO hours a day! “This is so nice” very quickly shades into “I will do this every day forever, at the highest level.” 

Two hours once or twice a week: that, I think I can do.