writing career.
If you think I had an easy time adding an image to this post, you’re so wrong that I feel sorry for you. I’m such a shitty blog person that I shudder at my ignorance. But honestly, who cares, right? There must be at least one or two bloggers out there that suck more than I do.
So it’s 2025. Big deal. It’s more exciting to consider that we’ve completed a revolution around the sun and we’re now beginning another. That’s 584 million miles we just traveled! That’s a lot of frequent flyer miles.
Perhaps you’d be surprised to know that in my hiking career, starting in 2015, I’ve walked a bit more than one tenth of the Earth’s circumference–2,700 miles or so. Not as impressive as Lady Earth’s mileage, but my legs are a lot shorter than hers.
Hikers receive trail names, assigned by other hikers, that supposedly have something to do with that particular hiker’s characteristics or personality or any other trait that is prominent. Trail names are silly, but they serve a purpose. They mask our true identity, and we traipse around the forest as attendees of a sort of masquerade ball. We have so much fun, and do such outlandish things, yet no one really knows who we are.
My trail name is Legz With a Zee. It’s appropriate. I have long legs and a long stride. I cover a lot of ground quickly. Over the years I’ve walked the trails with Froggy (she burps loud and hard), Stats (she rattles off statistics like mileage, elevation, temperatures, camping options, etc.), Daddy Long Legs (he’s skinny and tall, with spindly legs resembling a spider), Rude (he is), Banger (he habitually smacks his head on low hanging branches, the slanted ceilings in shelters, etc.), Mr. Clean, Pop Tart, Jaws, Lobo, Amelia Earhart, Hell Raiser, Not Yet, Long Story, Gandalf…this colorful list goes on and on.
Wow…I really prattled on in this post, with no cohesiveness and pretty much no point. Well, that’s good enough for me.