I walked FIVE MILES yesterday morning (well, it was 4.87 but I’ll be darned if I’m not calling it FIVE).  This was the longest I have voluntarily walked in a very long time.  I was so proud of myself.  But the crazy thing is, this 5 miles is NOTHING.  Just a drop in my bucket of miles that I will be logging as I prepare for the Susan G. Komen 3 Day for the Cure walk in November.

I couldn’t get started until 8am since I had to wait for Bob to get home from work.  But as soon as he showed up, I was out the door.  My walking buddy couldn’t go with me (she was in the hospital…some people use any excuse!), so I was on my own.  I periodically texted Bob my locations since I was shocking myself for actually making it all the way to various points in town.  My trek was going quite well until the very end.  That’s when it started to feel hot and my legs were tired.

Five miles is still a long ways for this fat girl.

But, by golly, I did it!  I walked through my door a hot sweaty mess.  All my boys came and congratulated me.  I don’t think they knew why they were congratulating me, but they were and I liked it.

Today, I am sore.  The bottom of my right foot feels pulled, and a bit like I stepped on a rock or something.  My calves are sore.  The aches are just a reminder of what I’m doing and motivation to go again so that the aches will lessen and  my body will stop complaining.  Right?  That’s what I’m telling myself.

Anyone else in Ramona walking the 3Day?  I would love some company next time.