Walka Walka Walka

Since I’m 2.5 months late in getting this blog started, I thought this week we’d start by getting you caught up on what you’ve missed.

I don’t think I mentioned in the previous post that besides just the marathon (insert a nervous little LOL at the thought of “just the marathon”), that I’ve also thrown a half marathon and marathon relay into the mix. Half marathon comes first (May 5). It’s a flat, fast course. That excites most people. It makes me want to puke. Course environment really is not playing much of a factor at this point. I’m going to be slow. Fast course just means that I’ll probably be last. So, in preparation of that…

I’ve been walking.

Lots and lots of walking.

Seriously.

Walk. Walk. Walk.

It’s pretty much all I do. I walk before work. I walk at lunch. I walk after work. I walk outside. I walk inside. I walk in my living room to annoying walking DVDs. I went to North Carolina…walked. I went to Longboat Key...walked. I walk with friends from high school. I walk with co-workers. I walk with former co-workers. Pretty much anybody that speaks to me gets invited to walk with me. It’s annoying to everyone around me, I’m sure.

So, that’s what I’ve been doing. Walking. And complaining (sorry folks, I know I brought this on myself). Good times. I did realize the other day that walking anything less than five miles honestly no longer requires any thought or motivation. I’m on auto pilot. I can do it with my eyes closed and one arm tied behind my back. Unfortunately though, as my tolerance for distance increases, my attention span decreases. I can no longer walk alone. I can stand about 2.5 miles before I get all twitchy and bored and then every turn becomes an escape route to the car. On a positive note, I must say that my foot/leg is handling this much better than anticipated. At least my hipass is not falling off like Bucket List Sam’s. Big pat on the back for my right foot! On a negative note, that may only be because I’m constantly stretching, icing or schmearing it with icy hot. Can you develop an icy hot addiction? If so, we may be in trouble…