You always loose your breath at the start of the first hill but then about half way you tell yourself stop messing around breath, use your muscles pace yourself better. I pass a couple dog walkers before I reach the top. Left is a steep walk down the other side of the hill. Right continues up. Which would you take? I'm heading up.<br/><br/>I must look like a Euro tourist out for a little urban hike. The weather is nice while still misty from the morning fog I can feel that the burn off will be earlier than usual. This could have the makings for a very nice sunny day. Not necessarily an often occurrence here.<br/><br/>I'm feeling better as the walk takes shape in my mind. I'm going to head for the Bridge through the the park and then back along the wharves. At least thats the outline. Down the walk I notice a woman arguing with a man. The man looked like a punk gangster in shiny green sweats and a gold necklace. A walking movie cliche'. The girls was gorgeous, well actually she might have been a few years ago. What a sweet couple makes you want to jump right back into the sack with your ex. Like a hole in the head.<br/><br/>I manage to avoid a scene with the bikkertons and scoot on down taking the next possible turn.  I wonder why I look like to others and catch my refection in the next window. Do not do that, don't; its a horrible habit and if mirrors lie then store windows are bad liars. Ok breath and walk dammit. Alright thats ok its really ok, I just have this image of myself and I hate to have it challenged by reality.<br/><br/>