WALKING FOR A CAUSE...AND SOMETIMES JUST BECAUSE

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Home Brewed Sweet Feet

7-31-10

Some of the oddest advice I've ever gotten, but I figure, what the hell, it can't hurt.

To toughen my feet, Murf tells me, I should soak them in strong brewed tea. And he wasn't kidding (surely you can see where I assumed he was...); supposedly the tannic acid in the tea will help.

So, I'm brewing some tea, bought a small litter box, and will soak them later. Lather, rinse, repeat as necessary.

But as for walking today... I got up this morning and figured I'd give it a try. Worst case scenario I would turn around and go home. Best case, I'd hit the 8-9 miles I'd wanted to do today.

I hit 10 miles and could have gone the whole 14, so I'm guessing it was the best case scenario. If I'd had one more pair of socks on me, I might have gone for it. At 9.5 I thought about going home and getting another pair, but a little voice in the back of my head told me to not push it, and do another 10 tomorrow.

The only difference today was the way I cut the Moleskin before I put it on my foot. I cut it so that it would snug closer to my toes, with a small strip going between my big toe and second toe. I can only guess that placement kept my skin from pulling and reduced friction...but it's only a guess and it could have just been a really good day.

I'll try it again tomorrow and see what happens.

In the meantime, I'll soak in the tea, and hope that the kitties don't assume they can pee in that box...

Friday, July 30, 2010

=sigh=

7-30-10

Ok, so the foot felt fine when I got up today.

Smeared the Glide on, put on socks and shoes, it felt fine.

Walked, it was feeling fine.

Hit 4 miles, and hmmm, doesn't feel quite as fine.

But, I was only planning on 5 miles, so I headed home and hit the door at 5.05, peeled off the shoes and socks, and looked... same damned spot, a little bit red, a little uncomfortable.

So, I dunno...Since it happens in different shoes, I'm guessing it's the way my foot strikes the ground, or more likely as I rotate through the step, the way I push off the ground with that foot. I'm not sure what's different--a few weeks ago I was doing 8-9 miles a day without any problems.

We'll see how it goes tomorrow...I have 8-9 planned, but am also walking a route that will get me home in fewer if need be.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Bah...

7-29-10

No walk map today; I went over to the Factory Outlet Stores to walk around rather than around town, reasoning that there are a lot of benches there--just in case--and besides, I needed wanted another pair of shorts...

The good? The shoes feel comfortable.

The bad? I can feel that one spot on my left foot. It's not painful now, but I can still feel it there, like it's mocking me. So I only did about a mile, got my shorts, and went home. I'll probably do another mile or two later, on the treadmill, and see how that feels.

But, I have a bad feeling that I won't hit any really high mileage days this week. On the advice of a couple of runner friends, I'll probably try a shorter walk tomorrow--5 miles or so--and Saturday only go 8-9, and then another 8-9 on Sunday and see how the foot holds up. If it's not sore, I'll walk M-W, 6-7  miles each day, and the should be able to do a 15 mile day next Friday and hopefully a 10-11 on Saturday. Theoretically, anyway. That would keep me pretty much on track.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

New shoes. new shoes...

7-27-10

All righty.

In the interest of not letting my foot split open like an over ripe melon, I pretty much stayed off it on Sunday and Monday. Although I did slap some shoes on yesterday afternoon to go to Sports Chalet and buy some new ones...

...and I really hope I didn't make a $140 mistake. I walked for less than half a mile last night to see how they felt outside the store, and I was thinking I may have blow it. The right shoe rubbed my ankle funny and the nail on my big toe kept catching a seam...not terribly impressive.

I swear, they fit fine in the store...

This morning I slipped them on and headed out for a shortish walk; at .25 miles I stopped long enough to relace them to reduce heel slippage (and that worked) and my toenail wasn't catching on anything, so off I went.

These shoes feel quite nice on my feet, but I still have the hot spot. Right now I think that's less a product of the shoes and more an issue of not being completely healed yet. I did a little over 5 miles and it wasn't bothersome until I got home and took my shoes off...then it was damn!

But, they do feel nice on my feet. The kid in Sports Chalet recommended a men's shoe since I have freakishly wide feet, checked whether or not I have any pronation (I am neutral, thank you veddy much) and recommended a shoe with cushioning right where my biggest issues lie.

So, we'll see. I'm not sure how far or if I'll walk in the morning. I want to give that spot a little more time to settle. It's not raised in a blister at the moment, but it is touchy. And I would like to be able to hit a high mileage day either Friday or Saturday and again the next day, to not lose too much training ground.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Kinda gross, but...

7-25-10

I'll share anyway.

After walking yesterday, I took my shoes and socks off and they stayed off; walking around the house was fine. No pain and no pressure, other than just a very little bit of discomfort on the one spot on my left foot. But then I needed to go to the store, put my socks and shoes back on, and holy hell.

The level of discomfort was astounding. and it wasn't just the one spot. I got home, took them off again, and started really looking at my feet.

It's not just the ball of my left foot.

click to biggify
Outside edge of my right heel. I didn't even feel this before, but I've got a couple of nice blisters working there. It's under thick skin, which may be why I didn't feel it earlier.

I sure as hell felt it last night.

There's also a nice one on the outside side area of my right big toe; again, under some really thick skin, and it didn't photograph well at all, so a picture seems pointless...that one looks like it will callus up nicely, though.

Ignore the bandaid outlines...
I took the blister bandaids off my left foot and the skin seems a little chewed up there. It's a little red where the hot spot is; the blister doesn't really show, but I can move it around with my finger.

Right now I'm in Adidas socks. I tried the Thorlos thick cushioned socks--initially I thought they worked so I bought like 6 pair--but they were chewing up the same spot on my left foot...or that's what I thought was doing it.

I switched to the Adidas and until my mileage started creeping over 5-6 miles, I thought things were fine. I used Moleskin to pad the balls of my feet when they started bothering me, which had been on the 9+ mile days.

I'm using Body Glide all over the bottoms and side of my feet.

Now, I know I have touchy feet. Even with the perfect socks, I'll be replacing them every 5 washings or so. But I didn't think my feet were this touchy. I doubt is has anything to do with having FMS or CMPS, because it's not pain, it's just...this.

The other common denominator is the shoes; I did go try on other brands, but couldn't find anything that felt like it fit well.

I'm really not sure what to try next. I'll keep my feet out of shoes as much as I can today, and tomorrow if I need to, but with the pain issues I have I can't just stop training or I'll lose more ground than the average person. Not whining about it; it just is what it is. I have to keep walking or it'll be almost like starting over.

Ideas (but please, not lectures) most welcome...

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Hmmm

7-24-10

Today's goal: 9 miles.

Today's reality: 7.25 miles.

Endurance wise, no problem. It wasn't too hot, the distance wasn't too much.

My left foot, on the other hand (so to speak), stopped cooperating at around seven miles, and rather than risk shredding a blister, I called it quits early and went home.

It helped that I was very close to home anyway. And that there was cold chocolate milk waiting. And that I really had to pee...

I know...they're wrinkly...
I prepped my feet before leaving the house today. I covered the offending blister (top blister bandage) and slathered my feet with Glide, and it felt doable.

At 4 miles I stopped to stick another blister bandage on (lower one) because it felt like I might be getting one there. And my right big toe needed Moleskin. I hoped that foot had another 5 miles in it, and it probably did if I changed my gait a bit and walked more on the blade of my left foot, but being so close to home and knowing I could do the nine miles if I pushed it...I just went home.

I need to toughen my feet up. They're sensitive as hell--I literally have to get new socks every month or so because after they've been washed 4-5 times I can feel the fabric against my feet and it's irritating--and I always have shoes on to "protect" them (from a zombie attack, you know). I'm thinking a band sander and some medium grit paper should do the trick.

Tomorrow's a rest day, and in the interest of healing the blister, I think I'll just sit here all day and not do a damned thing. Kind of like every other day, eh?

Friday, July 23, 2010

Lucky 13?

7-23-10

I dreaded today. Twelve miles kicked my asterisk last week, and I wasn't sure how I'd be able to pull off thirteen. Twelve was my giant wall, the point of No More, and I was about to walk face first into it.

But...I got up this morning and decided to not think of thirteen miles. I was going to start with three, then stop to grab a drink and munch on a granola bar. I planned after that to go five more, then stop for lunch at 8 miles total, but at 6.5 I had to sit on a bench in the park to address some feet issues.

I have a particularly bothersome hot spot on my left foot; the Moleskin wasn't helping at all, so I slapped a blister bandage on it, waited a couple of minutes, and got back on my way. I stopped at 9 miles for lunch, then decided just 2.5 more and I could stop at the frozen yogurt place.

That would put me 1.5 miles from home...for a total of 13.

Yep, I molded today's walk around the idea of eating my way through Dixon.

But, it worked. By mentally breaking the walk up into smaller chunks, it wasn't this overwhelming idea of walking further than I ever had before. It was just going to get a drink, then going for lunch, then going for dessert, and getting home.

Because I had to stop to take care of my feet, I took longer breaks than I intended, but my total walking time was 13 miles in 4 hours 16 minutes.

I'm not sure how my feet will be in the morning, but I'm planning on 9 miles...we'll see how well that goes.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Ow # 2985

7-22-10

Yesterday's map.

Fearing an attack from some very unhappy calves because of walking the Ramps of Doom, I got out of bed very slowly yesterday morning. But it wasn't too bad, so I geared up and headed out to walk, and was zipping along when I realized I hadn't reset my GPS thingy from the day before, so it was showing a whole lot more than I'd actually done.

I'm getting pretty good at figuring out distances around here now, knew I'd gone about .6 miles, so I reset it and aimed for another 4.5 miles to get in a total of 5. And damn, I'm so good, I nailed it.

Then the bad things started.

My calves clenched their icy fingers of hate around my bones, squeezed, and grumbled "You are never walking fully upright again..."

As the day wore on, the calves got more sore.

When I got up this morning, I swear I heard maniacal laughing as I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress. And when my feet hit the floor, my calves exploded in a bloody mess all over the walls and floor and required a call to Servicemasters for cleanup.

Not that I would exaggerate.

But, I'm feeling it more today than I did yesterday. This is where the suckiness of having FMS and CMPS comes into play...I'm supposed to cross train today, but I don't think that's going to happen. Since I have 13 miles on the schedule for tomorrow, I'm giving my legs a break today and hope that they like me a little bit more in the morning.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Up...up...up...

7-20-2010


Ramp
The Ramps of Doom


These are evacuation ramps at the hospital in which the Spouse Thingy works. There are 16 of them, two per story of the building, and he occasionally walks them at night when he's not doing a case, just for jollies.

Because Dixon is so freaking flat, and I need to starting walking some decent inclines, he took me there today.

Oh holy...

I am not in ramp shape. I am in flatland shape. When I walk around town my heart rate is usually around 110, sometimes in the 120s if I really push it. I got on those ramps and my HR went up into the 130s, and when I finally cried Uncle, the 140s.

I kept my usual walking pace, but it didn't take long for my calves to start complaining and for my lungs to issue a resound WTF?

We went up three times and down three times, then walked to the cafeteria one more floor down to sit and get a drink. The idea was to go back, but after sitting for a few minutes, I realized that if I wanted to be able to walk tomorrow, I needed to stop.

The Spouse Thingy did try to make me feel better about it, and swears that the first time he walked the ramps, he only went up and down once, and after doing it for over a year, he's only done it 4 times without stopping, coming back later to do it twice more.

This may be my cross training for a while; on his days off making the drive to walk the ramps. I'd go without him, but they're located in an employees-only area, and it wouldn't be the greatest idea to get his in trouble just because I want to make use of their ramps. I may have to shift my days around, but I'd like to get there twice a week, and be able to walk them a good 10 times without stopping.

Three times up and down is only, btw, 1.07 miles.

My asterisk was kicked by 1.07 miles.

At least I got a Diet Mountain Dew and some pretzels out of it.

Monday, July 19, 2010

It called to me...

7-19-10

The training schedule called for four miles today.

I did six.

Not because I'm all gung ho and always have to do just a little bit more than is required.

Nope, I did it because at 3 miles, I heard something calling my name. It was clear as a bell. Thummmmmmppppperrr...come heeerrrreeee...

I am nothing if not obedient--just ask the Spouse Thingy--and followed the sound of my name.

Right into Solano Bakery, where, in the display case, was a chocolate glazed donut calling out to me.

The internal struggle of I-want-one-but-I-shouldn't lasted about .00009 seconds, when I decided that because I hadn't had a donut in over a year, dammit, I was getting one.

So I added two miles to my walk, because as good as that donut was, I don't want it hanging around any longer than necessary.

And I'm starting to wonder how many people who undertake the training for this walk end up gaining weight...donuts are evil and I'm sure I'm not the only person who hears them calling.

Friday, July 16, 2010

The pain...the pain...

7-16-10

I dragged my sorry asterisk up at 6:15 in the freaking morning. SIX-FIFTEEN, PEOPLES! It wasn't masochism; the talking heads doing weather on TV all agreed, today would be wicked hot. 100+

So I got up. And I was out the door by 7:15.

The first six miles...not bad at all. It was pleasant out, and I kept finding all kinds of shade to walk in. Some road construction forced me into turning right when I wanted to turn left, but hey, a new route! I wound up near Burger King at six miles and went inside for a short break (read: it was .2 miles closer than McD's and I seriously had to pee...) and sat there listening to a group of old people dissect my appearance. They concluded I was probably homeless--I only spent $1 there, after all, and I was kind of grimy looking--and debated whether or not it would be offensive to offer to buy me some breakfast, but before they could come to a conclusion, I got up and went outside to peek at my feet and slap some Moleskin on.

I made a mental note to sweat in a less grimy fashion from now on, though.

The next few miles...not bad at all. It was definitely warming up, but by then I was at the park, where there were lots of trees and some shade to walk through.

At 10.5 miles I was feeling a little warm, but hey! Frozen Yogurt RIGHT THERE! How fortunate I just HAPPENED to wind up there right when I was thinking about taking a short break!

But then the ugly started to happen.

At 10.75 miles, the road construction dudes totally blocked the direction I wanted to head towards home, and pointed me down a road I did not wish to walk. There was no shade down that road, the sun was beating down, and the temperature was now at Um, Only Morons Are Out Walking Now.

It would also, I figured, add another mile onto this walk.

At 11 miles, I was swearing under my breath, but hey! A street I forgot about that cuts through right in front of me! So I turned left and was almost happy with the thought that at least I was not going to walk an extra mile.

But my heart rate was up, I was mouth breathing, I was miserable, and I just wanted to get home.

At 11.5 miles, I was looking around me to see if there were people nearby, just in case. I realized the park was just ahead, so instead of going right I went left--same distance--because I knew there would be people wit their spawn at the park, and wouldn't it just make everyone's day if I DROPPED DEAD right in front of the KIDS???

At 11.75 miles I was at the park, muttering to myself, doing a lot of self assessment--HR still higher than usual, but not too high; still mouth breathing but not too hard; I was still sweating and not thirsty--and thinking it had to be 98-99 degrees.

I hit the door right at 12 miles (the GPS thingy says 11.78, but there was that .25-.33 miles where I had the damned thing paused because I are teh SmaRt) and headed straight for the shower--man, that was gross peeling off sweat soaked clothes--but even after that I was still sweating.

So I checked the thermometer. And then weather.com. Just to see how hard core I am, how much of the hot I can take.

90 degrees.

I am such a warm weather weenie.

The good news is that it wasn't the distance that got me, it was the fiery furnaces of hell that were blasting down. Because truly, 90 degrees without shade, that's got to be at least an outer circle, right?

Thursday, July 15, 2010

And the Kindle goes to...

Sandra S...because of the value of the prize I'm withholding the last name unless the winner gives permission to share.

Peoples...your awesomeness and generosity overwhelms me, and I'm going to try to scrape up a couple more fun things to give away.

Thank you for allowing me to hit my goal so early. Seriously, thank you thank you thank you!

KINDLE DRAWING TONIGHT!!!

7-15-10

Shouka 2I have no idea exactly how far I walked yesterday, but I'm guessing it was between 4-5 miles.

I mean, I got up yesterday morning fully intending to hit the pavement and crank out 5 zippy miles, but the weather was nice and we have season passes to Six Flags, so we headed there instead.

Other than a 15 minute killer whale show and a 20 minute dolphin show, plus a raft ride, we mostly walked. So it totally counts.

This morning I got up thinking in terms of cross training, and since I haven't gotten on my Trikke lately--like 6+ weeks--I decided that would be an awesome 45 minute workout.

Um, yeah.

I have lost all my Trikking endurance, and 20 minutes kicked my ass. But, it was 20 minutes with my HR in the 150s, which is going to count. I'll work on getting my endurance back on that thing sooner or later.

Tomorrow is 12 miles; part of it might have to be done inside on the treadmill, because it's supposed to get stupid hot, and I'm not quite stupid enough to stay out there when it's over 100. How far I go outside will depend on how early I drag my sorry asterisk up in the morning.

Don't forget, tonight at about 10 pm Pacific Time I'm drawing the winner of the Amazon Kindle!

And because you people are so freaking awesome,

I HIT MY GOAL!!!

You totally rock the pink.

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.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

DONATE & MAYBE WIN A KINDLE!

I'm coming into the last push for this; y'all know I'm walking in the Susan G. Komen 3 Day Walk for the Cure starting October 1st. It's 60 miles over 3 days, all to raise money for breast cancer research and treatment. I'm training my ass off (hopefully in some literal terms) in order to manage it, and I need donors.

Yep, I need your money. And you have a chance at winning a shiny new Amazon Kindle. Maybe even more, if I can cough up another prize or two, but if you donate by 9:59 P.M. on July 15, 2010, you're eligible to win the Kindle. (Winner will be selected around 10 pm on the 15th, by random number generator.) For every $5 you donate, you get a chance to win. Donate $10, you get 2 chances. $20, you get 4. And on and on.


My goal is $2300 and I'm still nearly a grand away from reaching that.

The bigger picture, though, is that the Susan G. Komen Foundation does incredible things for women, and by tackling this walk, we can help raise the funds that keep the foundation going. And by donating to my effort, you have a chance at getting the leading e-reader on the market. Don't want it? If you win, sell it! Pop that sucker up on eBay and it'll be gone in ten minutes! You could invest five bucks and turn it into a hundred.

Don't make me beg. Though, I will if it'll work.


Please?
I asked nicely.
 Have I told you lately that you're my favorite person? You are, you know you are.

Keep checking in here to see my progress...Where I didn't think I'd ever walk more than 3 miles without crying, I'm doing up to 12 now...I will be ready for this walk. If you know me, you know why being able to do this is significant. So chuck some bucks my way, and I will love you forever.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

One o'those days...

7-10-10

Walking a little faster yesterday made sleeping last night all kinds of fun...I was achy, overly tired I think, and slept like crap. Every time I rolled over, I woke up with an oh holy hell feeling, yet at the same time it wasn't too bad, because I knew it meant I'd pushed it a little.

Got up this morning, decided that since today on the schedule is only 5 miles, that I would push a little harder and go for speed. Great idea, right?

However.

Having a great idea requires not being a moron. I dragged myself up and sat around for a little bit, prepped my feet, slapped on the sunscreen, grabbed my sunglasses, and was out the door. I was going to walk so fast, I'd be just a gray and white blur going past the fine people of Dixon.

However.

What I did not do was

  • Have breakfast before leaving.
  • Fill and then take my Camelbak.
  • Grab my spiffy white ballcap. 
  • Think, apparently.
I started out all zippy and Yay Me! and quickly faded into WTF? I got 2 miles into it and realized, hey, I'm thirsty...where the hell is my Camelbak? So I darted into Safeway for bottled water. At 2.5 miles it was, Hey, I'm kinda-sorta-well-actually-very hungry. So at 3.5 I shuffled into BK and indulged in some French Toast Sticks (yeah, that was so hard on me.) That only left 1.5 miles to get home...5 miles of Holy Hell, Wabbt, you're kinda stupid sometimes.

Shut up.

I felt like I was moving in slow motion.

However.

I uploaded the info from my neato Garmin Forerunner when I got back, and I was going a reasonable 3.2 mph...a little faster than yesterday. I would have guessed I was stumbling along at 2.8, but who am I to argue with technology?

However.

Had I fueled up before leaving, taken the Camelbak and hydrated the entire way (I drank about the same amount regardless) I might have gone even a tiny bit faster.

I am such a freaking genius.

Someone should give me an award for that.

Friday, July 9, 2010

w00t!

7-9-10

Nearly every time I walk in the park, no matter what time it is, I see the same older lady.

All right, not "older," but old. She shuffles along, pushing her walker; she goes from one bench to the next, taking a few moments to sit before moving on.

I walk on, and the next time I see her, she's one or two benches further along. And since I see her every time I'm there, I can only guess that she does this every day.

She does it in feet at a time, slowly, leaning heavily on her walker, but she does it.

I was somewhere around 5.5 miles today when I hit the park; there she was, inching along. If ever there was inspiration to just keep plugging on, that was it. A seemingly fragile old woman, determined to walk around that park, no matter how long it takes, how much she needs the walker, how many reasons she probably has to just not do it.

So I kept walking. I was going at a pretty decent pace today, and held onto it almost the entire way.

12 miles.

And!

I trimmed 20 minutes off my time from last week's 12 miles, so I'm a little stoked about that. My feet aren't quite as happy; I had to swap socks at 7.5 miles (eat the burger!) and slapped some moleskin on the balls of my feet, which helped a little, but by the time I hit the door it was like walking on slabs of pounded meat.

And I hate to think what I smell like right now.

C'mon, sit by me...you'll enjoy it ;)

Thursday, July 8, 2010

A winner...and next week you could win a KINDLE!

Did not walk again today; I decided to save it all up for tomorrow and really kick 12 miles worth of ass. I'm hoping that with some energy conservation that tomorrow won't suck, but more than that, that Saturday won't suck.

And we have a winner of the men's Stuhrling watch over at Rocking The Pink!

Next week--I draw for the Amazon Kindle! YOU WANT THIS!!! Every $5 gets you a shot at it!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Walkin' in sunshine...

7-7-10

I did not get up this morning and walk. Nope, I got up this morning, played online for a bit, and then we geared up and went for another ride. We almost went to Six Flags, but the need for speed won out.

But... I did walk.

This evening I filled my Camelbak, slathered the sunscreen on, and headed out. It was 86 and I thought it would be a little warm feeling, but I do need to walk in some heat to adjust for the summer. The thing is, that 86 felt cooler than 70 does when I walk in the morning. At 6 pm there's a hell of a lot more shade covering the sidewalks, and combine that with a slight breeze--typical for evenings here--and it felt pretty freaking good.

Didn't hurt that it was also cooling off as I walked along instead of heating up.

I also discovered that the park is nicer in the evening. Aside from being cooler, there are a lot more people playing in the park, and it's just more fun to be there and people-watch.

I did 5 miles, not a lot when you consider I did a whole lot more than that last week, but technically it's what's on the training schedule. I'm getting my oomph back, which is what I was hoping for by taking it easier this week. My toe is still numbish, but it doesn't hurt when I walk, so I'm not terribly worried about it.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

...but we had fun...

7-6-10

Did not walk today, unless you count wandering around the Factory Outlet Stores for a while, which I don't. I did take my bike out for a nice 88 mile ride (don't be impressed; we're talking motorcycle, not bicycle) and soaked up a lot of beautiful weather.

And I got this in the mail today:

I lose my replacement wedding band when I first started training for the walk; my hands swell so I took the ring off and put it in my pocket...and evidently when I took my phone out of my pocket the ring went with it, and it was gone.

It was a cheap band meant as a placeholder--my regular ring is way too big now but I don't want to resize it until I've lost all the weight I'm going to--so losing it wasn't a crushing disappointment. More of a "dammit, I'm a moron" thing.

I found this online at a site where everything you buy puts a percentage towards a mammogram for someone who can't afford one. The picture doesn't show it was well as I hoped; it's pink titanium, and inside is inscribed, He will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways." ~ Psalm 91:11


I suppose that's better than the BOOBIES! I would have inscribed.

I'm classy that way.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Shortness

7-5-10

Short walk today, just 4 miles.

I was totally not feeling it when I got up this morning; I was tired yesterday, still tired today, but I peeled myself up because usually the meh kind of feeling goes away after the first mile.

When I was barely at mile two I was wishing it was over already...so I cut it short at four miles. I probably overdid it last week and it's catching up to me. Tomorrow, if I walk, it'll be 3 miles in the evening. In the morning I'll get up early, but instead of shorts and running shoes I'm putting on Kevlar lined jeans and boots, and taking my bike out for a ride.

Murf keeps telling me to listen to my body, so I'm listening, and it's telling me to back off a little and not push as hard. And it's begging to go out for a good 50-60 miles spin on the pretty black bike, maybe stop somewhere not especially diet friendly for lunch. I'll walk on Wednesday, either a dedicated rack-up-some-miles walk, or even a wander-around-Six-Flags walk, but I'll walk.

No, I don't need anyone to make me feel better about not walking tomorrow and riding instead; it's for the better. My bike misses me, I know it does ;)

Sunday, July 4, 2010

And on the 7th day, she drooled all over herself...

7-4-10

It's the map from yesterday's walk; I just never got around to uploading it last night. For some reason I was a little bit tired and didn't do a lot of things I intended to.

I walked 6 miles yesterday, and I seriously felt the first three. The bottoms of my feet were sore from the previous day's 12 mile walk, and I was tired--almost tired enough to blow it off, but by the time I realized just how tired I was, I was out of bed and dressed, and if I'm out of bed I might as well torture myself.

I stopped at mile 3 for an early break (reasoning I was only going 6 miles, so why the hell not?) but went into Burger King for a diet coke instead of McDonald's.

I should have taken the extra 3 minutes to walk across the freaking street to McDonald's, where a dollar will get you a large soft drink, if you want a large.

At Burger King? This is what you get for a dollar:


Yeah...a drink meant for a three year old, I think. I sat there for half an hour--quite a bit longer than I normally would on a 6 mile walk--and refilled that sucker 4 or 5 times.

After that, I felt fine, and the next three miles weren't sheer hell. I perked up enough that I could have done 7-8, but a little voice in the back of my head whispered, "Don't overdo it...you don't get style points for walking yourself into exhaustion." So I headed for home and hit the door right at 6 miles.

Today I'm doing nothing. As much nothing as I can make myself do. I really should unload the dishwasher and clean a bathroom, and the rest of the house looks like it threw up on itself, but I'm sure as hell not jumping up to get any of it done. Maybe later.

Hell, it's a holiday. I'll celebrate the independence of the U.S.A. with a turkey hot dog and much Internet surfing. Besides, it's hot out. I should do nothing when it's hot out.

Shut up, I know I have working a/c...

Friday, July 2, 2010

...Why, yes, that's me you smell...

7-2-10

Oh yeah, I stink.

You might want to sit down wind.

But...I did 12 miles today.

My feet hurt...but I didn't hit a wall like I did last week. I'm not sure I could have done another mile, but finishing today wasn't half bad.

Go me ;)

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Winner!

Yep, the winner of the GoWear Fit Lifestyle Management thingy has been selected. Was it you? Do you ride the Galdius's white & blue cousin? Go see at Rockin' the Pink.

I dragged myself up a little early this morning and hit the pavement. Fine, not literally... But I set out intending to go 5 miles, intentionally going a little light in light of tomorrow's Long Assed Walk, but I sort of lost track of where I was along the way and realized when I was approaching McD's for my cheap, cheap drink that I'd already done 4.5, and it's a mile and a half from there to home.

That's not, like, a complaint, it just is what it is. And it's actually kind of good, that 4.5 was mostly nothing, and 6 was No Big Freaking Deal. Because trust me, a month ago, it was a Huge Freaking Deal.

Tomorrow is 11-12 miles. Now that...that's a big deal...