Walking Walking Walking


So, one of the things that has come as a surprise to me with my uphill training is how effective walking fasted, early in the morning, and at a slower speed is for increased health. The "walk slowly enough that your heart rate doesn't go over 120 when going uphill" is both frustrating in its impossibility and amazing in its long term effectiveness. Yet, I keep doing it. And it keeps getting easier. Where an hour walk used to be my limit, two hours is my normal. Has been a crazy transition from sprint endurance to steady slower movement, not one I'm still comfortable with, but my body is becoming so.

While I've been training, he's been walking a lot, too, especially in these last few weeks. What is entirely warm-fuzzies to me is that, from the outside at least, the motivation for the walking seems intrinsic. He's not walking because I'm nagging. As far as default activities to do, one can do far, far worse than walking. I don't know if he is maintaining the walking, but he was on a good streak of really long walks there. I hope he continues.

Kjollé with my Big Bear


On our 50 adventures, in Lima, we were hoping for a last minute cancellation to Central. We didn't manage one, but we did have dinner at its sister restaurant.

Which is now my favorite restaurant in all the world.

I mean, how can an amazing meal with this big bear not become a favorite?

Jonathan Snook at Kjollé

Dolla Dolla Bill Y'all


Eric had warned me a decade ago that parenting isn't what you think it is, and life will throw you those parenting lessons over and over again. This week has been a tough week, and I managed yet another one of those lessons, mainly that you often don't have the right answer, even when you should.

A few days ago, I found three dollar bills on the beach. I was amused by this, and handed them in some ratio to the boys. I didn't think much about them until today.

As we were walking out of lunch, L commented he wanted his dollar bill back. Hayden said no, he found it. I asked for the details.

L had been in the restroom. He dropped his dollar. He had lost it.

H went into the restroom after L. He found the dollar bill that L lost. Picked it up. Kept it.

L realized H found his dollar when H bragged about finding a dollar, as only after said bragging had L realized he had lost his dollar.

Us, at the Huntington


This is one of my most favorite pictures of Jonathan and me.

Look how giggly happy he is!

Kitt and Jonathan smiling

From His Eyes


There are times when I see myself as Jonathan sees me, and I think that maybe, just maybe, I'm doing okay after all.

This was one of those moments.

Eiffel's Looking Up


We went to the Eiffel Tower today. I wanted to go to the top. Jonathan was willing, though not, I suspect, enthusiastic. I can't say that I was particularly enthusiastic, to be honest. The temperature was cold, the winds made its effects colder. The crowds were... well, crowds, which meant lines. We waited in the tickets line, I played Pokemon Go, Jonathan waited patiently. We waited in the elevator line, I played Pokemon Go, Jonathan waited patiently. We made it to the lower level, and met yet another line. I was hungry, Jonathan was patient. We left.

But not before I managed to convince Jonathan to find the center with me.

God, I love this man.