One of the reasons that Emily and I settled with the apartment that we did is because of the neighborhood. Our desire to walk compelled us to live in the smaller (800 sq. ft.) upstairs dwelling right next to a beautiful set of houses with myriad sidewalks rather than the larger (1200 sq. ft.) downstairs apartment stuck in back of an old hotel by the interstate with no decent way to walk into town.
(We also have a better mobile signal here – five bars for the win – but that’s besides the point.)
Since we have such easy access to town, I’ve been trying to get back into running, especially with all this free time before school starts. Obstacles keep popping up, however. The latest came this weekend when Emily and I headed north for fun with friends: a picnic on Saturday featuring all day sports which almost robbed me of the ability to walk the next day. Baseball and kickball and ladder golf are certainly worth the pain, but it’s Wednesday and my thighs still hurt a little. Such is the price of fun.
My pain has coupled with the weather to keep me grounded this week. If I had actually felt the desire to step out for awhile and at least walk a spell I would have been greeted with 96 degrees and pea soup-thick humidity. It ain’t pretty out there, but tomorrow rain should cool things down enough for me to finally get some exercise. We’ll see.
A tip to staying in shape while having your treats: Emily and I found a great ice cream/custard/yogurt stand that’s quite popular with the residents of the Giant Truck Stop, and several times a week we head there for creamy taste bud fun. It’s nice that we walk there, but it’s even nicer that it’s a two and a half mile walk. One way. We work hard for our calories.
On Monday, June 11, 2007, the second day of our honeymoon, my new bride and I awoke in Milwaukee, planning to head up the western coast of Lake Michigan as part of the Circle Tour. Later in the day we planned on touring Lambeau Field in Green Bay, since I figured we wouldn’t be in that neighborhood for a while. First, though, we would stop by Miller Park, home of the Brewers, and take their tour that included a trip through the clubhouse, dugouts and press box. This was, to me, to be one of the highlights of our trip.