Confessions

Okay. The latest struggle in the 60-mile walk training is with.....impatience. Something you don't realize until you get out there and start walking is that walking several miles can take several hours. You struggle to find the hours in your evenings or your weekends during which to walk these several miles. You walk 3 or so miles--with 3 or so to go--and you think, "I'll just jog a little here. Maybe just a mile. That'll save me at least 20 or 30 minutes!" Of course, when you're out of shape, like I am, jogging that mile with--still counting here?--2 more to walk afterward can be a bit ugly.

So after the impatience comes the guilt. You think, "Okay. I'm internally whining about how long it takes to walk 6 miles. But why am I walking? I'm walking to help bring an end to breast cancer!! I am such a tool!" This guilt lasts for the rest of the walk. So you're safe until the next walk, when your feet start itching to jog....

The other issue here is the "cross-training" days. Cross training. Sounds vaguely religious. Reminds one of the 90s, when cross-trainers were all the rage. What it really means is that you aren't supposed to do any distance walking on these days (Wednesday and Friday, just in case anyone's keeping tabs). So, what to do? If I give in to Chad, that means jogging with him at a ridiculous hour in the morning. What?? More jogging? Back in '95 I could've handled that, no problem. Now? Not so much. So my other options are:

1. Elliptical at the VTS gym on my lunch hour. Means I go back to work sweaty. Super.
2. Pilates. Using the old DVDs--the ones where I have the instructors' comments memorized.
3. Shiva Rea Trance Dance Yoga. Now this is cool. But it needs to be done in private, because it involves dancing around the apartment with total abandon, and I'm not keen on looking up from my trance-y moment and seeing Chad standing there eating a sandwich.
4. Swimming. Just kidding. I hate bathing suits.

So now is a good time to remind myself why I'm doing this: to help bring an end to breast cancer. Good thing I'm just ONE small part of this struggle. :)
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