Tomorrow I'm participating in The Great Saunter. This is a thing where you show up at 7:30 in the morning at the South Street Seaport and walk around the island of Manhattan, and end up back at the Seaport twelve hours and 32 miles later. I don't know that I've ever consciously walked 32 miles in a day before. This is somewhat daunting, but then again it's all flat and it's all paved, so what's the difficulty? Right?
Sadly enough it's supposed to rain intermittently the whole day, but I am determined to do this. I think it would be good to brush up my Manhattanite credentials and get in some good, elbow-thrusting power walking. I am internally debating which shoes to wear: the ones that give me shin splints? the ones that are decomposing before my eyes? the new ones that sort of hurt my arches and have not yet gained my confidence? Maybe I ought to go shoeless, central-African-marathoner style. I don't know.
Many begin this saunter, but last year only 130 people finished it up. Do I have what it takes, or will I be trying to catch a cab in Inwood, pretending I'm not really crying as I limp away from the shore? Only time will tell, dear friends. Only time. Will tell.