Remember when I wrote that the sport’s physiologist said I should incorporate long walks into my marathon training in addition to my three weekly runs and every conceivable form of cross training?
Apparently, this is how some Japanese and Koreans train for marathons. With lots of walking. That way, you are on your feet for hours at a time, but don’t have the impact. Makes a lot of sense. Good for a gal like me who can’t take much impact right now.
I had high hopes, but I almost stopped a gun shop and shot myself in the head I was so bored. I don’t know which is worse. Running in the water or walking for eight miles on land. I am not a walker, never have been. I don’t even like walking to the mailbox or into the mall from my car. Sometimes the toilet is too far so I wear Depends.
Yesterday I had the best of conditions beautiful weather, all the time in the world. I strapped on my fuel belt with some sports beans and 20 oz. of water. I grabbed my phone, my shuffle, and a few bucks and I was off. Yes, I am wearing my new Pearl Izumi shoes. LOVE them. Review coming soon.
I ran into Ken doing his 800s. Good thing neither of us have a life .
Early on (as in first .5 mile) I was having a blast be-boppin’ along thinking, this is great! Nice day, time to think about my life, good chance to catch up with some friends by cell phone. No luck. No one was home and no one called me back. So if you could please leave your phone number so I can call you next time I am out on one of these adventures I’d appreciate it.
Mile one I got stopped by a train. Should have jumped on and caught a ride home:
Mile two, I swear I didn’t do this:
Mile three I passed my favorite brewery and came very close to calling it a day and going in for a cold one:
Mile four there was a lovely trailer park. Hopefully no dead bodies buried anywhere and no tornadoes in the forecast:
I told you it was a nice day. Long’s Peak in the distance.
Eight miles. Average pace around 14 minute/mile. Shoot me now. It’s hard to walk faster than that. You try it smarty pants. Time = 1:50. That is a long stinking way to walk. Right now I never want to do that again. Maybe as the memory fades I’ll go back out.
“It is called 'going commando' because of an old practice in the army, where, so you didn't shit your underwear in battle, you didn't wear any - and therefore could boast that you didn't shit your pants.”
So, now I know why I don’t wear any underwear while running. So I never have to say I crapped my pants. Genius!
Heading back to the brewery,