I have been thinking about how to write this blog. Am I alone in having a conversation going on inside my own head? Should I just blog that conversation?
This morning, on the way to work, I thought I might record my thoughts on a voice recorder, and then listen as I write the post. I am listening to the ramblings of a mad man.
It is an awkward thing to hear yourself as others hear you, perhaps even stranger than seeing yourself on video. Worse, you look mad talking to yourself, although on the canal bank there are very few people to see.
Last night I discovered that the Misfit step counter doesn’t give an accurate distance. I’m not sure if I am annoyed or happy. I guess its a bit of both. Annoyed that a piece of equipment isn’t as accurate as you need (its out by about 40%), but happy that I actually managed 14 miles yesterday not the recorded 10 miles. Step count seems to be very close to reality, not sure why it thinks I have the stride of a short arse.
It doesn’t really matter, so I will just keep in mind that I am doing more than it says.
Back to today’s walk. I left Marsh and headed down into Milnsbridge, then joined the canal to Aspley. At one point I was joined by a random pair of Alsatians.
No owners, but they seemed friendly. One had a tag, “Ruby” and a number. No answer, from the phone, and the dogs kept looking over a wall to a big drop. “Oh No”, I thought, “It’s one of those Lassie Movie moments”. Thankfully there was no broken body ‘in the well’ or on the river bank, and I left Ruby and her friend to their fun. The owner rang back shortly after, looking for two lost dogs, and I pointed her to the bridge where they were, hopefully to be re-united.
Its peaceful on the canal towpath, most of this walk is accompanied by birdsong, and little traffic noise disturbs the tranquility.