Or not...

When you roll out of bed midmorning on a Saturday, walk into the kitchen in your boxers, look out the window, and see people jogging past the 20 mile mark of a marathon, it sort of makes you feel a bit lazy.

Hoofin' It

This morning I decided to walk to work. I've done this a few times before, but never on a regular basis. I'm thinking about trying to start doing it more often. The (relatively) new Shelby pedestrian bridge makes it a much nicer walk.

It's about two miles from there to here, and there's some nice scenery along the way. The only drawback is having to allow enough time to get here, and having to do it again at the end of the day whether I feel like it or not. (There's always cabs and buses in a pinch, I guess.)

I figure the walking is an easy way to help make up for the computer screen I stare at much of the rest of the day. We'll have to see if this idea survives once the mercury tops 90, though.

I'm making a valiant effort on my section of this biotech paper. But it just seems like a crime against nature to be sitting in front of a computer when it's this nice outside.