Monday, May 06, 2013

Looong Walk! Part Two.

Part One end with me experiencing an endorphin high... So, I kept walking.

Then I noticed the streeet I'd just crossed was most probably the one where my brother and I had stopped to buy a snack; on another lovely day similar to this one, a VERY long time ago, when we'd decided to see if we could walk to visit Daddy at work. It was in that moment I realised just how far we, and the dog, had walked that day as very young children, and that my daughter was a similar age to when we'd done it. Cast in that light, my memories weren't as clever, as funny, or as pleasing. I sympathised with my parents' point of view just how bad that day had been for them. Boy, did I have some apologising to do when I got home! LOL

There were a few more pauses for traffic lights, at one I finished off another portion of the beef jerky, and all of a sudden I felt the urge to find some bushes. Plenty of bushes...but since it was also a city street, plenty of witnesses! I stayed calm because a couple of blocks ahead there was a sports oval. Public toilets, hooray! But, they're usually pretty yucky...and wait a minute, where the hell ARE they?! 


I asked a 50ish lady jogging by if she knew where they were, and she pointed at an oblique angle across the oval. Crap, I didn't know if I could make it or not, when another 60+ lady jogging along said, "Go in there!" and pointed to one of our Aussie Rules Football Club's social clubrooms. "Just walk in like you own the joint."

Grinning, I thanked them both, then did just that! And being in the brazen spirit of things, I filled my water bottle up at a water fountain while I was at it. lol

That was the 4.5 mile mark. Coming back out I realised I'd begun to be a little footsore, time to get new runners I thought, and then walked on along the nature strip. (WHAT DO other countries call that strip of grass between the foot path and the road with a few trees planted here and there. You know, where dogs usually crap on?) 

Feeling fatigued at the 5.25 mile mark, I crossed to the middle of the road to rest one ankle that had started to complain a little. Everyone else sitting at the tram stop looked at me a little funny when I didn't get on it as it pulled up, but I was really enjoying the rest of the beef jerky and felt rejuvenated after a drink of water.  I sat a little longer, debating what to do. Especially when the car place texted me to say the car was ready. I was tempted to stop but saw the bright yellow Beaurepaire building and that huuuge Aussie flag in the middle of the Haymarket roundabout were beckoning me on, so I kept going. 

(Image courtesy of the Herald Sun)

The thing about them being such a BRIGHT yellow and such a BIG flagpole...the distance was a little deceptive. Halfway there I got the giggles as the ridiculousness of it hit me, and had to lean against a tree to catch my breath. I felt like it was one of those dreams where the destination keeps receding the closer you get to it. And then I had The Song That Doesn't End stuck in my head for a little while.

I finally stopped at the tram stop just past the roundabout.
I started the walk at 8:50am and sat at the tram stop at 11:33am.
According to Livestrong Loops, that was 5.83miles! Or 9.38kms!
In all honesty, I must admit it is a downward grade most of the way but...{victory dance} I did it, I did IT, I DID IT!
Then I caught the tram down to Flinders Street station. There I bought a ham, cheese, and pickles sandwich and a puzzles magazine.While enjoying sitting in the sun at the tram stop, I did several puzzles, interspersed with getting up to stretch periodically. A few hours later I caught the tram allll the way back to the end of the line..and then did another several hundred meters walk back to the car place.


I wonder if that's the key for me, taking punishment out of the equation. I won't exercise to Lose Weight or Get Fit but instead I'll exercise simply for the joy of being in the moment. 
And holy crap did I enjoy the moment when I sat down at that tram stop, so very much farther than I had ever intended to walk. 
And again when I got home and plotted out just how far I'd walked. 
And the slight DOMS that appeared the following morning in my bum, legs and feet. 
And again when the pain was gone the day following after that.
Alas it wasn't the moment that never ends. Now I'm wondering what I might like to achieve this month that won't have entered my mind until the moment it takes me to decide to do it.

I started the day annoyed and ended it tired but elated.

P.S. That walk really was too much for my shoes and they gave up the ghost a week later. LOL

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Sunday, May 05, 2013

Loong Walk! Part One.

I started the day out annoyed. 

My dad had made the car appointment for 8am. That meant I had to get Kiddlywink up and drop her off at daycare earlier than she's normally having breakfast. It didn't help that I'd been up late the night before! (It is their car that they're allowing us to use, so I didn't complain and went with the time he'd been able to arrange.)

With Kiddlywink safely, but tearily, deposited at daycare I dropped the car off for its service. (Did I mention neither of us had had time to eat breakfast? Luckily, they allowed Kiddlywink to take in her hash brown, that I'd purchased because I hadn't been there so early before and wasn't sure what time the daycare scheduled breakfast.) I settled on a couch in the waiting area to enjoy the free latte provided. It was doubly appreciated because the McDonald's drive thru had forgotten my coffee when I ordered my bacon and egg mcmuffin, and I had neither the time nor inclination to wait for them to put the order through a second time. Luckily they didn't charge me for it or I would have had to return later to get my money back

While drinking my, surprisingly delicious, coffee, I idly picked up a magazine, one I wouldn't normally read, and found some brilliant recipes. I finished my coffee and the trashy magazine around the same time. Depositing the glass cup back on the bench, I crossed the showroom floor to ask the receptionist a favour. She obliged and photocopied the few pages I requested. YUM! New recipes to try out for dinner in a few days.

 I looked at the time, all of this had only taken twenty minutes. Shit! By their estimate I still had at least two or more hours to go. I was wearing sweat/tracksuit pants and a t-shirt, I was only carrying my backpack purse/handbag and, looking out the window, it was a lovely day. There and then, I decided to go for a walk. 

Most importantly, I promised myself I would only stop walking when I stopped enjoying myself. This wasn't exercise, this was for enjoyment.

At the half mile mark, I realised I'd left my water bottle in the car. Having lived in this neighbourhood during my first stint living out of home I knew there was a supermarket not too far ahead, so I kept walking. I also kept reassuring myself that there would be water soon and that I was okay. Arriving at the supermarket I browsed through it and bought an orange, a banana, some beef jerky, a nut bar and a litre of water, then I briefly sat to organise it into my back pack.


I'd been walking a few more blocks down the road when I realised I was getting hot. Crossing over to the shady side of the street helped for another mile or so, but eventually I rolled my trackie pants up to my knees. Daggy looking but effective! I felt really pleased at this point, because not only was I feeling good with how far I'd already walked, I wouldn't have walked at all awhile ago...in this temperature...wearing this particular fleecy pair of pants.

A banana and some beef jerky kept my spirits up, as did the sign that said the suburb I was aiming for was only 2 kms away. I knew I could do it. The more I settled into the groove of one foot in front of the other, with the occasional rest for pedestrian crossings, the more my subconscious started to be unsettled. The longer I walked the farther down memory lane I travelled. Soon I was walking in the area where my ex-boyfriend used to live. This was a good thing. A walking meditation began to take shape and I processed some more stuff from my past. This too buoyed my emotions and I noticed I was walking with a jaunty step.

When I got to the town hall of the suburb that I'd grown up in, my original vague destination in mind, I realised I was feeling GOOD. I've only experienced it a few times in my life, and certainly not recently, but I was having an endorphin high. 

(To Be Continued...)

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