I zipped along, quite pleased with myself; I was making really good time--this was going to be a piece of cake!
The first mile...that was sweet. My heart rate was in the 130s, which meant I was burning some ugly fat off my asterisk, and I was breathing a little hard, but not too hard. I could carry on a conversation, if someone had been walking with me.
Yes, I talked to myself. Just to test out how I was doing. Really. For that.
And then...1.5 miles and I wanted to barf all over everything. I could feel my oatmeal push up into my throat, threatening, so I paused my GPS thingy, started a new lap on it, and slowed down a little.
The rest of the walk was uneventful. No throwing up. No dodging piles o'dog poop. It wasn't too hot. It was actually quite nice.
That first lap...when I plugged the Garmin in, it read 3.4 mph. Not too shabby. The rest I did right a 3 mph--a 20 minute mile--which seems to be my average.
Tomorrow I'll try to cross train a bit; not sure how, though. We have a back yard to dig up and level, so that might be it. Manual labor.
I'd complain, but when we're done, we'll have ourselves a white trash pool to set up.