...I drove into Northwest, up Thurman Street, and across a particular old bridge* so I could walk through Macleay Park, which is in a corner of Forest Park, one of the largest urban parks in the U.S. There's a path along Balch Creek, the former water source for Portland, and I walked up it to the Stone House. Hiking and sweating were accomplished.
On my way back down the ravine Balch Creek flows through, I decided OK, I've sweated; I've earned a treat. That treat: Popeye's chicken, rice and beans, a biscuit, and way too much Sprite. I made a special trip to Northeast to get this to go (and spilled Sprite on myself for my trouble; I shouldn't have gotten that much Sprite in the first place).
The hiking means I should sleep niiiiiiiiicely tonight. Another treat!
*This Portland 'Bune article is the reason I knew about that bridge, by the way.