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.