I mailed off some last minute Halloween cards, paid a bill, and drove to Riverbend Park and used the restroom. It is weird to me, to go in there as a "customer" or a park patron, instead of a custodian. I did a quick check, and remembered that it would have been probably the first one cleaned today, and that there may have been only one on duty that day. It wasn't bad, just a bit scruffy. I also didn't have any way to tidy it up, which led to a rather odd realization that the custodial closet was now completely off-limits. I set my timer on my cell phone and took off.
I walked down to the foot bridge and noticed a new sign on it, announcing that the bridge's weight limit was 3500 pounds, approximately 20 people. Good to know. I crossed it solo, and walked into Farewell Bend, down the river trail to where it goes under the Bill Healy Memorial Bridge, and did a U-turn, walked back past the restroom and follow the pavers back to the foot bridge. On the way I found a Post-It note on the ground: "Dave, please change the neon sign It flickers" there was more on the other side, but the fact that it was on the ground meant that, perhaps, the job got done. Even though I was walking at what I thought was a fast clip, people easily strolled past me.
I crossed back over, kept walking on the sidewalk, past the restrooms, past the otter statue, past the river access area, past my car, and was halfway to the dog park when the half-hour alarm went off on my cell phone. I walked back to the car and decided to do a "victory lap" around the inner path that ran out in the center of the field. As I finished, I heard "Barb! Barb!" and my co-worker showed up, second day in a row. He was running with my former supervisor, and explained that they did a run together on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I told them about my goal, of the ninety days and wanting to find out who I'd be at the end of it. They told me that I'd like what I'd find, and that I would not want to go back. Getting rid of the stress and getting the happy endorphins were reasons for their running.
Photo of Riverbend Park, featuring the restrooms building and the inner lap. From http://www.bendrealestatepros.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/20140606-20140606_144236.jpg
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I walked down to the foot bridge and noticed a new sign on it, announcing that the bridge's weight limit was 3500 pounds, approximately 20 people. Good to know. I crossed it solo, and walked into Farewell Bend, down the river trail to where it goes under the Bill Healy Memorial Bridge, and did a U-turn, walked back past the restroom and follow the pavers back to the foot bridge. On the way I found a Post-It note on the ground: "Dave, please change the neon sign It flickers" there was more on the other side, but the fact that it was on the ground meant that, perhaps, the job got done. Even though I was walking at what I thought was a fast clip, people easily strolled past me.
I crossed back over, kept walking on the sidewalk, past the restrooms, past the otter statue, past the river access area, past my car, and was halfway to the dog park when the half-hour alarm went off on my cell phone. I walked back to the car and decided to do a "victory lap" around the inner path that ran out in the center of the field. As I finished, I heard "Barb! Barb!" and my co-worker showed up, second day in a row. He was running with my former supervisor, and explained that they did a run together on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I told them about my goal, of the ninety days and wanting to find out who I'd be at the end of it. They told me that I'd like what I'd find, and that I would not want to go back. Getting rid of the stress and getting the happy endorphins were reasons for their running.
Photo of Riverbend Park, featuring the restrooms building and the inner lap. From http://www.bendrealestatepros.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/20140606-20140606_144236.jpg
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