On the Threshold
Like Will, I am on the cusp of a milestone. Despite last night’s two whiskeys at Tosca, despite Thursday’s Mexican indiscretions, the scale this morning said:
170.
Maybe, just maybe, the accelerated progress owes something to the extra walking I’ve been doing. For much of this week, I’ve shunned the buses and cabs I normally take in favor of my own two feet. I’ve walked both to work and back again. Leaving aside significant detours into North Beach, that’s one mile each way, including a steep, almost Sherpa-worthy ascent up Nob Hill on the way home. The sights — from the Victorians on Taylor Street, to the exoticism of Chinatown, to the spectacular view down Mason all the way to the Bay — nearly make up for the exercise involved.
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