I went running with my Aunty Nelly. Just 2.5 miles or so she said. I can do that, I thought.
She didn't mention that she runs really fast...or maybe I just typically run really slowly. Maybe, what I consider "going for a run" is actually "going for a jog" or even "going for a jog at the pace of a walk." Am I a granny runner? Am I a prancerciser? Ok. Definitely not the latter. Ew yuck.
Back to the run. Aunty Nelly has a great route: a quick walk through the neighborhood and down the hill, pick up the pace and run through Juanita Park, over the boardwalk, through the Michael's parking lot to the other park, around the concrete walkway over the lake, sharp right along the path, back across the walkway, aaaand walk home.
I didn't know about the walk home part or I would have made it...I think...but I saw my grandma walking and that was a good excuse to ix nay the running and start walking, blaming it on a stitch in my side.
Moral of the story:
1. Hiking gives you muscles, not cardiovascular fitness.
2. Aunties who can swim 86 laps of a pool a few times a week no big deal, are flippin fit. (When I did a sprint triathlon a few years ago or more, I almost got disqualified because I'm such a terrible swimmer that my time for the 800 meters was almost too slow to count, what is that like 16 laps? Or maybe 32 depending on the pool size.)
3. I am not as fit as I think and better whoop myself into shape while I have time.
Other aspects of the days included applying for jobs, looking up jobs, stoking the fire, chopping kindling (cut myself with the axe, but it was too embarrassing to tell anyone)...and missing my hubby. I had him every day all day for 6 weeks! Back to reality.
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