WALKING FOR A CAUSE...AND SOMETIMES JUST BECAUSE

Monday, July 12, 2010

I almost puked. Almost.

7-12-10

I left the house this morning with two things in mind: 5 miles, and speed.

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.

4 comments:

Roberta said...

You almost puked ... but you didn't.
You ached all night ... but you walked and walked faster and farther than you thought you ever would. You never thought you'd be able to raise the funds ... but you're almost there (unless you ARE there now ... which is possible.)
And speaking of possible ... what you once thought was "impossible" is now "I'm possible." (I wish I could say that I made that one up .. but I first saw it on our first 3-day)
You're very IMPRESSIVE!
Just sayin'.

The Furry Bambinos said...

Great going, and glad to hear that you did not puke! I think it's really cool how you are comparing what once seemed impossible to now seems "easy" or "doable".

As far as Manual Labor ... my husband and I have a running joke when I need some help doing some digging in the yard, he helps, and that his name is "Manuel Labor" (pronounced Man-wel since he's Puerto Rican). If we weren't so far away here in Ohio, you could maybe call up Manuel Labor for help. ;-)

Mom Sue to The Furry Bambinos and a slew of foster kittehs

Christie Critters said...

What on earth is a "white trash pool"?
Also, congratulations on your training progress.

Roberta said...

OMG! YOU REACHED YOUR GOAL! GREAT JOB THUMP! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!
R