a cat walk

This was a non-interesting run.  I did, however, find a new way to get from Rhonda’s house to Dewey Park where I did a couple sets of pull-ups.  That’s the great thing about running long distances—even only a 30-minute round trip; you get to see a heap of the neighborhood.  I suppose I will need this kind of acclimation when I get to Moscow.  Some years ago, someone told me that they were going out on a ‘cat walk.’  They were newly arrived in Baku, Azerbaijan and in order to become aware of their surroundings they were doing to go around the block, and then another walk in a two-block perimeter, then three-block, etc.  Seems like a great way to get to know the area.