August 27th, 2012

Keeping the feet moving, Part II - follies and foibles

Last time around, I mentioned the chafing that threatened this entire enterprise before it could really get underway. But that hasn't been the only obstacle that I've had to contend with over these last four-plus weeks. Two recent incidents merit mention.

Eight days ago I cracked the four-mile mark for the first time in a single outing. (Today, I surpassed five miles in a single walk.) Less than half a mile from returning to my house, everything seemed to be going along swimmingly. I was looking directly ahead, when all of a sudden, I felt an impact in the... the crotchal region. I looked down to see an empty green Arizona beverage can clanging against the sidewalk. Some thoughtless prick had discarded his container, resulting in a straight shot, right to the babymakers. I was not pleased at the time. I didn't whip my head around in time to get his license plate; that was too bad, because I'd have liked to nail that clown with the littering fine, if nothing else. Well that, and a heaping dose of judgment and shame, laced with sarcasm.

The second thing happened both yesterday and the day before. I like to think I've gotten better at hydration as I've been doing this, but I was recently why I have to be careful of what and when I drink. On both those days, I had a bit too much water a bit too close to the start of my walk. Even having purged my bladder immediately before leaving home, I was still presented with the urge to go as the walk went along. On Saturday, I was able to contain it and complete my full course without diversion. But I wasn't quite so fortunate yesterday. Right about the halfway mark, I conceded the necessity to "find a friendly tree," as was often said back in the day. Being as I do most of my walking in suburban residential areas, this isn't as easy as it sounds. But I was eventually able to locate a patch of woods deep enough to provide sufficient privacy. Note to self... when walking after dinner, don't drink anything between whatever drink you have with dinner and leaving the house. That was done today, to great positive effect.

And also today, a pebble worked its way into my left sneaker. I had to briefly stop to clear it out. That's about it on that subject. As I said, I'm now up over five miles at a time. Twelve straight days without a rest day, and 92.7 miles in total since July 29. On the one hand, it looks pretty nice; on the other, like the ten thousand lawyers at the bottom of the sea, it's just a good start.