why I'm walking
In a moment I'm going to drag myself out of my heat-induced torpor and head to the gym. I will undoubtedly sweat entirely through my exercise clothes again, but at least I will be in the air-conditioned indoors when I do it. I'm trying to make the most of my last couple of weeks of freedom before I return to work on Sept. 1.
I've been doing a good job of it, too. Over the last few months I have increased my mileage steadily: 64.04 miles in May, 72.76 miles in June, and 81.42 miles in July. For August, I've walked 57.57 miles thus far, and I'm hoping to beat my July mileage by at least a little bit.
Trowa's been a good sport about joining me, even though sometimes he looks at me like I'm a little bit nuts. :-} He knows I have to keep training, though. This is what's going to get me through the 3-day walk, all 60 miles of it, and I'm actually still a bit behind in my distance training. I'm determined, though.
It's not just that it's really good exercise, which it is. And it's not just that it's doing good things for my stamina and overall health, which it is. It's therapy. Because I am still quietly messed up inside about Laura dying, about my sister-in-law's second bout with cancer. Because I still start to cry when I think about it too much. Because Laura's yahrzeit is approaching, and I have no idea if I'll even be functional on that day.
So I keep walking. I have to. Because I still can.
I've been doing a good job of it, too. Over the last few months I have increased my mileage steadily: 64.04 miles in May, 72.76 miles in June, and 81.42 miles in July. For August, I've walked 57.57 miles thus far, and I'm hoping to beat my July mileage by at least a little bit.
Trowa's been a good sport about joining me, even though sometimes he looks at me like I'm a little bit nuts. :-} He knows I have to keep training, though. This is what's going to get me through the 3-day walk, all 60 miles of it, and I'm actually still a bit behind in my distance training. I'm determined, though.
It's not just that it's really good exercise, which it is. And it's not just that it's doing good things for my stamina and overall health, which it is. It's therapy. Because I am still quietly messed up inside about Laura dying, about my sister-in-law's second bout with cancer. Because I still start to cry when I think about it too much. Because Laura's yahrzeit is approaching, and I have no idea if I'll even be functional on that day.
So I keep walking. I have to. Because I still can.