Finally, some extra pounds I can live with.
For sake of argument, let’s say my average daily haul of picked up trash is … 2 pounds. The volume by weight can vary wildly (the variables are hard plastic and glass). But a couple of pounds is pretty close.
I walk, on average, five days per week. Now, as years of disappointed math teachers could sorrowfully attest, my computation skills are slim at best but even these figures are easy for me: 2 x 5 = 10 pounds of junk per week.
By extension, 10 x 52 weeks = 520 lbs. 520 lbs. x 3 years of picking garbage up = 1,560 lbs. of trash forcibly removed from the sidewalk / street / downstream ecosystems.
There are two ways to look at the raw totals. One, that’s a lot of litter. But, two, it’s only one 2.5 mile loop in a huge metropolitan area with thousands of miles of unkempt streets.
That’s not math I’m terribly comfortable computing. The totals would be mind boggling. At some point I’ll reach one ton of stuff picked up one ounce at a time; it’s the remaining tonnage out there that bothers me. Given that, my one ton will earn only a muted celebration.