I’m in San Francisco all this week for work. Yes, I realize how fortunate I am to be able to come here as often as I do and have someone else pay for it. Even when work is crazy, I remind myself how cool it is that I get to regularly travel here and suck it up when I want to quit to roll towels at a posh resort.
The good thing is that I have a walk that puts just enough pressure on my legs and I can gauge how well I’m feeling (legs, lungs, and general fitness) versus the trip before. I’m happy to say that my scar, which usually aches a bit some point when I’m here, hasn’t made a peep so far. This is a good thing because whether I like it or not, there are some hillier sections here that I walk than in Austin. I ordinarily only get to really push the scar tissue on walks that have some hills and San Francisco is loaded with hills that can provide a good test. (I’m still not walking up the California Street hill in the vicinity of people I know though – no one needs to hear me swearing that much…)