This last week has been pretty good. I am trying to make Saturday my “go a little further” day. Last Saturday I walked over a mile for the first time. Yesterday I wanted to go a bit further.
My optimism was met with the reality that I really don’t enjoy exercising. Again the first quarter mile seemed like I wasn’t any better off physically then three weeks ago. I felt like I wanted to turn and go back to the house. When I got to the road at the end of my block I didn’t turn around, instead I started walking in a different direction, taking myself on a route I had never walked before. Every step took me further away. It didn’t take long before I had reached a half mile and I knew even as bad as I felt I didn’t have a choice. If I wanted to go home I was going to either have to walk or sit down on the sidewalk and call for someone to come get me.
No way I was going to make that call so I just walked on…When I reached the front porch of my house I sat down and turned off the Nike + app on my
Gadgets are very objective. They don’t seem to whine, feel pain or feel disappointment. They just spit out data. So above is the data. I walked for a greater distance, for a longer amount of time and at a faster pace than ever before. How is that possible? I was miserable the whole time I was walking. I guess I walked faster just to get back the house sooner.
Whatever? I’ll take it.
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Happily Married to Michele and living in central Texas.