My favorite place in Portland has to be Mount Tabor Park. Seeing as I've only explored about a tenth of the city that's probably not saying much, but I have a feeling it will remain one of my favorite spots. It's only a mile away from where I live making it easy to walk to (without getting lost, go me!) and it's brimming with trails, cyclists, children, dogs, runners, and stoners. Yeah, I don't really get the appeal of hiking up a small hill/mountain to smoke pot either, but it's Portland so I don't question these things. I would have taken a photo of the beautiful Mount Tabor, but apparently my cell phone whom I've named Wilma (not the Flintstone) dislikes doing that. Have I mentioned how technologically unsavvy I am?
I've also realized that being in a city filled with incredibly fit people makes me feel very unfit. Everywhere you go there are people jogging, biking, or doing things that in general are classified as some form of exercise. It's kind of like Europe except the sculpted calves here could give Germans a run for their Euros. I saw a guy biking the other day and I could see each curve of his gastocnemius muscle. It was amazing, slightly creepy and grotesque, but pretty amazing nonetheless. So perhaps it's a good thing I've been going to Mount Tabor and doing a little jogging/walking. I also feel like a super human coming from 7000 feet so until that wears off I might as well take advantage of my super human lungs. Still, you know when you're being out jogged by a 70 year woman and a group of stoners that you should probably try to do something remotely active on a somewhat regular basis. The blisters on my toes from walking downtown disagree with me, but what do they know anyways?
Furniture Update: I am now the proud owner of a secondhand desk. It's beautiful. Having a large workspace has been lacking for far too long.
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