The Banciao Death March

As an act of masochism, I went skating when it was 100 degrees. I went out to the flight path circle ledges. On the way, I passed a new plaza going in in the old hood. It looks like it'll have some banks. The ancient wall ride had been skated a lot lately, with the wheel marks splaying off each side of it on the dark levee cement, like a crudely drawn volcano. The ledges seem to have shrunk since the last time I was there. In the heat, it was hard to get a line going, even with 4.5 l of water. By the time I opened the second bottle, it was the temperature of urine and tasted like hte plastic bottle. I choked it down, one sip every couple of minutes, because I'd rather have the endocrine disruptors than heat stroke. By sunset, I was done. A spindly legged black dog made friends with me. His name was black bamboo.
One thing led to another and I got stuck on a walkway, 150 feet in the air, on a system of bridges going across the rivers. The tiles were rough and full of debris, and the barrier on the river side had a tall gap at the base, definitely big enough for an errant skateboard to go through. On the other side, only about six feet away, was no barrier, and highway traffic. So I walked. For hours. About 90 min, I considered turning around and going back, but then I would have had to start all over. After agnozing and exhaust death march, I ended up at hte black curved ledge, but I could barely skate it. Then I cruised back to the station and home. My feet are already cramping up. x13