I went for a walk

1, 2, 3, 4; 1, 2, 3, 4

 

It's Sunday morning, it's early, this is nice and peaceful.  I'll have my exercise done early. Perfect.

 

5, 6, 7, 8; 5, 6, 7, 8

 

I wonder if anyone else counts their steps as they walk? Does that make me really weird? I mean, I'm clearly not going to be able to count every step. I just like to walk to a 'count.'

 

"Oh Man is a giddy thing!"

 

That squirrel better not fucking come near me, I'll kick his ass.  Oh, oh no, that car almost crushed him! Well, serves him right.  What kind of stupid animal runs in the middle of the road anyway?  Squirrels. At least it wasn't a skunk. I hate skunks. Especially if the dog is around. Oh, God, I think I left the fence door open. If they let him out, he'll go cruising the 'hood again. He'll probably come to find me. That damn dog. 

1, 2, 3, 4; 1, 2, 3, 4

 

"You're gonna wish you, never had met me…Tears are gonna fall, Rolling in the deep!"  The entire Adele album would be a kick ass walking partner. Yep. Mmmm. Hmmm.  "You're gonna wish you Never had met me!"  I wonder if anyone can hear me singing. I'm not singing that loud, right? Just barely above a whisper. 

 

I've been walking for 30 minutes. This feels good. This is good for my body. Christ my thighs are rubbing together.  But my ass hurts. It's a good hurt. Buns of Steel. Buns of Steel.  How many miles have I walked? Maybe 2 by now? How the EFF am I going to do 20-ish miles a day in July? For 3 days straight.  I'm insane. Well, that's true in general, but insane to think I can walk that much. I can do it. I can totally do it.

 

5, 6, 7, 8; 5, 6, 7, 8

Why do I never count past 8? Am I really analyzing my counting pattern? Who the fuck cares.  Oh, I've been walking for almost an hour now. Wonder how the boys are doing.  Jeez, Mr. Kiss gets so frustrated so easily. Bet he's got them outside already. Can't handle their running around inside. It's gorgeous out. They should be outside anyway. 

 

I can see my road back into the 'hood. I can do this. Buns of Steel. Buns of Steel. I think I have a blister on my toe. Just need to wiggle it. Just a little bit.  "Wiggle it, Just a little Bit!"  Oh, that was outloud. 

 

Finally, my street. I need my inhaler. I'm 36 years old and need a damn inhaler to go for a walk in the morning.  Get me my cane and bifocals, people.  But yah, that would be good right about now. The inhaler and a Kleenex. Damn, this runny nose. I should just blow a snot rocket. But I'm in my 'hood now, I can't do that. Someone would totally see me. I'll just wipe it with my sleeve. Oh, there's a spot where there's no kid spot, perfect. Ew. Snot. EW. Ah, that does feel better though.

 

Just 4 more houses, I so did this, no problem. 

 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. I did it! I counted to 10!

 

Oh, look the kids are outside, playing hockey.  Better take my ipod off so I can hear the rundown from the husband. Great. Welcome back to my life.

 

"I'm going inside to wash my face!" Back to reality. That walk sure did feel good, though. Maybe I'll go again tomorrow.

 

~p.s. I'm totally training for the Susan G. Komen 3 Day Walk.  20 weeks to go…