Walking On A Thin Line


Why yes, now that you mention it, parts of it were.

I managed to be not entirely unproductive today. Throughout most of it I’d look at the clock from wherever I was sitting or laying down and approximate our Western Avenue location yesterday.

  • At 10 a.m. we were past the Burger King near MLK Boulevard not quite six miles along.
  • At 1 p.m. we’d already enjoyed our Donut King donuts and were forging ahead toward Torrance and lunch at King’s Hawaiian by he 405.
  • At 4 p.m. we were making that last push upward over the Palos Verdes Penninsula
  • At 6:15 p.m. we’d arrived at land’s end.

Odd it is how one day you can spend 11 hours walking 28 monumental miles for no real reason other than the challenge and satisfaction that comes in completing such an anomylean task, and the next day do practically nothing except remember where you were when. Soreness — obviously —  plays a large part in such disparity. Disbelief is another byproduct.

Bolstered by a rare Raiders win, I did eventually manage to rise from the couch and get beyond the lingering aches and pains and change out the flat tire on my bike that I got on my way to Friday night’s fun trivia competition. I also actually and physically went outside to water the back and side yards. Later on my accomplishments included laundry and the after-dinner dishes. Fascinating stuff, I know.

Earlier on — in large part because all it required was my ass in a cushy seat and some keyboard and mouse work — I also loaded up some 200 images taken along the walk’s way into this Flickr set, and later on did follow up on fellow Metblogs contributor and walker extraordinaire Julia’s post on the subject with a recap of my own on LA Metblogs.

I’m wrong when I write that there’s no real reason to do such a silly and incredible thing. There are plenty of reasons: the adventure, the comaraderie, the uniqueness. But most importantly I think is the desire to connect with areas of the city and neighborhoods and give them ground-level dimension beyond that shown me on a Thomas Bros. map page, or glimpsed while flying through on a freeway.

I’ll close again with what I closed with there on Metblogs: Amanda, David, Jeff, and Julia: thank you for being a part of this epic crazy adventure, with superkudos to my wife Susan and Julia’s man Kurt for providing all necessary transport to the start and from the finish.

Now I gotta get ready to bike to work. Oy.