Monday I was worrying about cancelling the Brighton interview, but I did get out for a few hours walk by the reservoir, listening to Alastair Reynolds on my i-pod. I also did a bit of work for my publisher, so not a completely wasted day.
On Tuesday me and my daughter walked about ten miles down the Grand Union canal, and had dinner in a lock-side pub (at the unfortunately named Itchington Bottom). Excellent. Nice to spend lots of time with her.
On Wednesday I went cycling on my own in the Peak District. I did about 35 miles up a disused railway. That probably doesn't sound much to anyone who is a serious cyclist. I remember Edwina Curry saying she used to cycle 100 miles a day. Anyway, it seemed like good going to me. It also felt nice and free to be all on my own in the windy weather. Ate a big sandwich at Parsley Hay.
On Thursday I went to London with the whole family and my son's girlfriend. We went to the Tower of London, which I haven't visited since I was a kid. And then we walked all about, up the Thames, Butlers' Wharf, saw the Globe and so on. I was on my feet all day, had a beer or two at a pub in Fleet Street, and I fell asleep on the train home.
Anyway, I have had a quiet morning at home today, and now I think I will go to town and buy books and drink coffee. I haven't been to the gym all week but I feel I have had a good bit of exercise. I wish I could be this active every week, and spend this much time outdoors.
I was thinking about the hotel gym full of SF fans at Eastercon. I think 'being Space Marine' is a good route to fitness for SF fans. It's not sell-out. Also I like the look, with men and women in black vests and short hair and big shoulders. I just wish I could lose enough weight to emulate the trend.
ETA - Oh, I know what I was going to say. Dostoevsky told a story about an atheist who had to walk a million miles to get to Paradise. For this atheist, walking a million miles would be paradise. Assuming it was in pleasant countryside with a few sandwiches and that. I was working it out: assume you could keep up a pace of about 100 miles a week, which I think is do-able long term, it would take about 200 years to walk a million miles. I'd go for that. It would take a lot longer if you had to forage for food en route.