Picture this for a second. You’re on Mars – and you’re almost certainly going to die.
A Mile A Day #17: Walk The Walk Before Everything Blows Up On You
This is a story about walking up the side of a mountain, shortly before it blew up. But it’s really about how you can use a straight line to do anything.
I’ve Got 99 Problems And Your Pitch Is All Of Them
About that pitch you sent me… OK – enough. Let’s try to sort this out politely.
A Mile A Day #16: Is It Safe To Go Walking In Costa Rica? (And Other Stupid Questions)
“This isn’t a good place for walking,” says Mariana. “You mean this suburb?” “I mean, the whole valley.” “All of San José?” “Plus there are unsafe areas. Not a good idea to walk through those, even in daylight.” “But…I have these weekly blog posts that I’m supposed to be…” She purses her lips. “I know. It’s going to be tricky.”
A Mile A Day – Intermission: What Good’s A Walk If You Can’t Feel It?
There’s a whole new world out there. I should stop and stare out this window that’s designed to look like film-reel when it’s photographed (nice touch). Somewhere beyond the tarmac is Mexico City, on a scale I wouldn’t believe if I saw it. I should go to some of the other windows and catch a glimpse. Isn’t that what excited … Read More
A Mile A Day #15: The Ultimate Guide To Walking Gear For Complete Beginners
It’s those trainers with the split leather sides and the ripped shoelace holes, the ones you bought in 1997 for £5 and you’ve never been able to throw away. It’s that t-shirt with the ragged holes in the shoulders and under the arms that you put aside to use as a pyjama top, but accidentally put back into commission, and … Read More
A Mile A Day #14: How Vitamin D Keeps You Walking
Whew. Well, it’s been a rough week. I stepped away from my writing work to deal with family issues, and the stress of it has left me exhausted. Now everything’s resolved, it’s time to open my laptop and pick up all my work where I left off. But first – my morning walk.
A Mile A Day #13: Giving Up And Taking It Personally
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. I lift my head cautiously, and pale daylight and freezing cold air pours into my bivvy bag. Aha – it’s a jogger, using the gravelly shoreline to get a morning sweat on, and she hasn’t seen me, so I duck my head again and flatten myself against the ground, hoping the bushes will hide me. Crunch, … Read More