Of all the different exercises that I have tried in the last 5 weeks, it's entirely ironic that the one that I am most challenged with is...wait for it...walking.
|Me and my ankularly challenged friends in NOLA.|
The walking group is the smallest of the running tiers...just 3 including me plus our group leader. Everyone warms up on the basketball courts outside and then we're on our way. Our 45 minute walk will take us from the Crystal Pool to just across the Blue Bridge and back. Hang on a tick, it takes me about 30 minutes to get home from the gym...how fast will we be walking? Fast. Very fast, for me anyway. We head out at quite the clip and I am informed that this is the easy pace - there's easy, moderate, and fast. I, obviously, need to do some homework on the treadmill.
|If I don't have "truly great thoughts" my new glasses will make me look smarter.|
It's just that the rest is uphill. I was fine on Government Street and past Chinatown, but I had no idea how much I would feel Caledonia to Quadra in my calves. But, I did it. I finished the walk, and I was rewarded with orange slices - how Grade 11 Field Hockey half time is that? I love it, exercise with a dash of nostalgia. Everyone in the 10K clinic signed a programme for me with words of encouragement and sent me on my way.
Am I coming back next week?