Even I have to consider that I spend too much time indoors, going from one enclosed area to another seeing the world only through my window and virtually on the Internet. After my workout, I thought I could do with some fresh air, get out and probably get 10,000 steps in the process.
Out there nigh on
10:00 PM I had no charted course but wended east towards Ancoats towards
Trinity Way and on to Deansgate by the Town Hall to Peter Street and the
Central Library, then home after a resting stop at St. Peter’s Square.
A maze to amaze
I saw a city quite strange,
then I realise, I have not been around Manchester at night for probably 5
months. There were diversions for roads and pavements, closed off roads, the
makings of a labyrinthic puzzle that never had a straight line, weaving in and
out, jaywalking if need be.
The city is indeed
gaining a nightlife, restaurants and bars open and the occasional drunken
revelry assailing your indifferent composure, though I am not yet persuaded
there is normalcy to this situation.
My legs should be
insured
However, walk I did
walk, gait exuding catwalk cum speed walking, making up my steps and home
without breaking too much of a sweat. I think I should do this more often, it
is good for the body and quite so, for the mind.
The music, for now, is
still Anita Baker, if anyone saw me gesticulating in rhythmical response to
what I was hearing, I guess it was not serious enough to call the men in white
coats. There are mad people in Manchester, to a degree, we are on that broad
spectrum. Yes, Brian is wont to saying it, Get Out! And I did.
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| St. Peter's Square tram stop |
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| The Midland |
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| Am I breaking a sweat? |
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| My legs have walked this city |
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| The Central Library |
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