There are an awful lot of old blues and rock songs about walking!
Well, I walked on Saturday and Sunday at the club I’m trying out (Fitworks) and today I was back to the old stand (what I’ve taken to calling the “airport” trail). Even though it was relatively warm, I was able to do the whole thing with only two brief stops at red lights. (Hey, I want to keep moving and get my HR up, but I don’t think that requires getting ‘that old run down feeling …’) I did 1.4 miles (only walked a half-hour) on Saturday and 1.5 miles (ditto, plus a little weight work) on Sunday. Also, I’ve been ‘timing’ myself by my exercise playlist and the song I usually “walk into the building” on didn’t start until after I got on the elevator to go back to the office. That tells me I walked at least a little faster than I have before. So:
For the day: 2.1 miles For the month: 7.4 miles
The nice thing is that as of Thursday, I’ll finally be done with the current Combat! stories and illos for Doc’s zine, and any work I do on stories from here out won’t be time driven. So I can work on evenings and on the weekends and have lunch every day to walk.
The problem is, I would really like to join a fitness club. My intent is walk at lunch unless it’s raining cats and dogs, hailing/snowing A LOT!, or extremely (and I mean extremely) cold. I grew up in Portage County, Ohio on a kind of a pocket farm and I’m used to reasonable fall/winter weather. And I WANT TO LOSE WEIGHT. Period. Exclamation Point. End of Sentence. I’m not going to let ordinary life stop me if I have any say in the matter. But I would also like to do weight work — having more lean muscle means you burn more calories/fat. Cardio is important, but so is the other. Now if I could just get Fitworks not to charge almost $100 to just JOIN! It may be back to Bally’s for me. $100 there is a whole year, not an initiation fee.
Of course, I’ll have to try not to fall down again. Yes, your correspondent decided to measure herself on the sidewalk last week. I went down a hill I normally go up and caught a toe on a raised slab on East Ninth Street near the Free Stamp (now hear this, City of Cleveland Engineering or Maintenance! Fix the bloody sidewalk already!) that I would normally miss, going the other way. Did a real number on my right leg in the scrapes and contusions category. On the other hand, if I’d been sliding into second base, I’d have been safe. 🙂 I fell amazingly gently, all things considered. And now that I know it’s nothing serious, it’s back to the airport for me.