Ok, so it wasn’t 500 miles but it was five. If you’ve been following my blog for more than a week you are probably laughing as hard as my friend Jeanette was when she saw me get out of my truck this afternoon and walk towards her. I hadn’t taken more then 3 steps before she asked if I was ok. When I told her I decided to start walking every day after dropping the kids off she asked, “And you decided to start off with five miles?” Ummmmmmm, yes? I suppose I was a bit over-zealous and probably should have walked just two miles.
I started out all peppy, pony tail swinging, upbeat tunes on my iPod- I was ready to do the whole five miles. I ran into my neighbor, Anthony, who was mowing a lawn a few streets away. He stopped me and asked, “What are you doing walking?” I answered, “I’m getting fit and healthy!” We chatted for a few minutes then I was off again on my peppy walk. After slipping and sliding across a wet wooden bridge (about three miles in) my pep was wearing off. I saw Anthony again driving away from another house a few more streets away. He gave me a couple of fist pumps so I put my pep back in my step and trudged on. As I started down the last street before I could head home I was really wanting to call Hubby and have him come get me. But, I wanted to do this. I wanted to walk the whole five miles. About this time I realized my hands were numb and my fingers were swollen which I tweeted on Twitter. I Googled it when I got home and am going with the ‘it’s normal when being a dork and walking 5 miles on the first day.’
With my house in sight I ran into Anthony eating a juicy nectarine in his driveway. “That was a good walk!” he said. “I did the whole five miles,” I replied, “I’m going home to pass out now.” I came in and told Hubby I was home. I’d left him a note next to his coffee pot that said, “Walking :)” He said he was giving me another thirty minutes before he was going to come out looking for me. I told him he should have followed my Facebook and he would have known where I was! He told me to get in the shower because I was stinky.
I laid down for an hour……then Slacker Fattie ordered a pepperoni pizza.
Oh, hush! I was hungry and Skinny Bitch had just walked five miles! I’ll take a bottle of Motrin and do my BBL after my daughter gets home from dance…..if I can walk.