Monday, April 16, 2007

Surprisingly, I can walk
Yesterday was an absolutely gorgeous day. Bill had to work all day, so I decided that Logan & I would walk to a nearby park & trail. Bill mentioned how it was a five mile trail the day before when we were driving by the park.

"Five miles? No big deal", I said to myself. We left at 3 pm. As we were walking down there, I realized that it's probably two to three miles to get down there. We kept walking, knowing that I would end up walking close to nine miles.

The park was beautiful with big trees & little creeks. Logan was enjoying the ride & we had a great time people watching. It seemed like everyone in our little city was on this trail. Most of them were biking (it's a paved inner city trail system). I was constantly hearing, "On your left!", as bikers passed by. We kept walking & then I noticed the mile marker. SW8. I had walked 8 miles & the trail kept going. I thought, "Wow. I'm going to end up walking about 20 miles here". I kept walking until the trail passed by another park with a playground so I could let Logan run around.

We played in the park, with Logan picking up rocks, pine cones & sand. He laughed as I "chased" him. As he was giggling, he turned around to look at me. And then....bam. He fell & landed straight on his face. Right square on his nose. He let out a silent cry. That's when you know someone is really hurt. I picked him up & he cried like he's never cried before. Then there was blood. In his mouth, in his nose, on his hands. He really got scraped up. I held him & took care of his bloody nose, his fat lip & his scraped up thumb knuckle. After a minute, he was ready to jump off my lap & run around in the sand again.

It was starting to get late, so I decided we should probably get going home. We walked & walked & walked & walked. On the way back, I had to stop three or four times to stretch out my legs & hips because they were cramping up. Logan took a nap & I kept walking, even though I was starting to get stiff & slow. We got home a little before 7pm.

I walked for nearly four straight hours. I walked pretty much the equivalent of a marathon. I was exhausted. I thought I was going to be crippled this morning. But much to my dismay, I feel great. It was like I never walked the trail. I'm only sore in my chest from my lifting routine on Saturday. I may end up walking this trail every Sunday now. Even though it makes me feel like Forrest Gump.

6 comments:

Jake Silver said...

Weird that you mention this because just today I was talking about how people could actually LOSE weight on vacation, if they stuck to working out and healthy eating... because for most things like cruises and Theme Parks, you are walking SO MUCH.

Lizzy said...

I'm sore just reading about it!

"Only 5 miles" seems like quite a walk to me. Am I that lazy?

Mof2 said...

Wow...I would have never made it. Or at least, I would have made it, but come the next day I don't think I could have gotten out of bed!!

angie said...

I agree with Lizzy.. "only 5 miles" seems a whole heck of a lot to me as well. Sorry to hear about Logan's wipe out, but glad he resumed to his happy ways quickly!

Kayce said...

Um, yeah. You're insane, you know? If I attempted to walk even a tenth of what you did, I'd be feeling it for days. Be proud you're in such good physical shape to be able to manage that--pushing a heavy toddler, no less.

Erin said...

I wish I could walk like that! Wow I think I would have died