Walking Till My Sides Hurt...
So today I decided to go for a nice little walk...
To the bank (by good old Basics), to Old Navy, to Walmart, and then back home. Okay, so it took 2 hours including the store browsing time.
I figured I may as well though. I vowed to at least try and walk for a half hour on non-working days (in not pouring rain weather) and I'm not working today, so there you go. I am also trying to do the 100 full situps a day thing. Sometimes it pushes to every other day depending on the sore factor of my ab or other things. But I try to stick to everyday - especially because I know that if I said every other day, it would turn into never.
So yeah, walk time.
Like always, I didn't quite think it through enough. I never remember my backpack when I do groceries (and then am dying on the way back because I always forget about the walk and buy way too much) and sure enough, I forgot the backpack again today. Oh well.
I walk up to the bank and then trudge on towards Old Navy. It is at this point that I realize I have never really walked this whole route before and am finding my whole experience quite the off-road one - walking through rock paths, which subsequently find their way into my sandals, and through bushy paths. I made some thorny new friends today. Shortly after realizing my very unaware state, I find myself directly beside and above the 401. Now Katie, being a girl who doesn't particularly love heights a whole deal, did not anticipate this section of her adventure. There is something about walking directly above hundreds of transport trucks going who knows how fast with only a little cement barrier stopping you from hurling to a bloody and tragic death that is a little unnerving.
Oh well, I trudged on. And by "trudged" I clearly mean 'walk cautiously and every once in awhile touch, though not grip, the railing as a reminder that I am indeed safe walking here'. If you had been in your car driving past me with your window down, you would have heard some quiet "woah-o...okay...alright...I'm good...wo-ho-oh..." as I walked, the adrenaline from the sound of hundreds of speeding cars pumping.
(It didn't really occur to me until now that I just wrote that above piece as a 20 year old. Hmmm...maybe I should try this adult-maturity-nonbaby scaredy cat thing a little more seriously...)
So anyway, here I was, walking to Old Navy - a store now visibly off in the distance. It is at this point that my side reminded me that I didn't really want to be walking anymore. Oh well, at least if I pass out, I have time to use my handy-dandy one touch dialing to punch in "2...Talk..." on my way down. This will trigger a call home - possibly the exact moment my parents foreshadowed in purchasing this beautiful little cell phone (with sweet rings) for my birthday.
I hit up Old Navy for a very successful trip. It is upon entering the store that I realize how much of an Old Navy loser I am. I walked in wearing two Old Navy tanks and Old Navy shorts. Hmmm...poser child or Old Navy mascot wannabe?? Tough call. I leave the store with two new skirts (one a blue version of my pink stripe one, and a funky brown and copper flowery african looking one), a pink striped golf tee and two "perfect tees" (brown and a bright reddish). Very fun stuff.
I hit up Walmart next to find myself a new mouse. My old one is more than frustrating - it would sometimes take three or four tries of rolling the mouse just to open up a document and those four rolls would often also include a fierce blow with my hot air into the bottom where the ball rolled around, slowly. Another successful trip. My mouse is working wonderfully.
I exit Walmart and again realize that I have never trudged from Walmart back to Heritage. A surprise, seeing as I have been at Heritage for two years, but still, the reality of the situation. Well, I know it's been done many times, so let's go...I will find my way as I walk :)
It really was as simple as I thought it would be. Walk briskly along the side of the highway, dodging traffic, clutching your bags, not falling over the edge (not quite as bad this time ha ha), sometimes moving by putting one foot in front of the other on the narrow walkway.
But I made it home. Safe and sound. New purchases in tact. And another epic tale of the Katie Times to write about.
To the bank (by good old Basics), to Old Navy, to Walmart, and then back home. Okay, so it took 2 hours including the store browsing time.
I figured I may as well though. I vowed to at least try and walk for a half hour on non-working days (in not pouring rain weather) and I'm not working today, so there you go. I am also trying to do the 100 full situps a day thing. Sometimes it pushes to every other day depending on the sore factor of my ab or other things. But I try to stick to everyday - especially because I know that if I said every other day, it would turn into never.
So yeah, walk time.
Like always, I didn't quite think it through enough. I never remember my backpack when I do groceries (and then am dying on the way back because I always forget about the walk and buy way too much) and sure enough, I forgot the backpack again today. Oh well.
I walk up to the bank and then trudge on towards Old Navy. It is at this point that I realize I have never really walked this whole route before and am finding my whole experience quite the off-road one - walking through rock paths, which subsequently find their way into my sandals, and through bushy paths. I made some thorny new friends today. Shortly after realizing my very unaware state, I find myself directly beside and above the 401. Now Katie, being a girl who doesn't particularly love heights a whole deal, did not anticipate this section of her adventure. There is something about walking directly above hundreds of transport trucks going who knows how fast with only a little cement barrier stopping you from hurling to a bloody and tragic death that is a little unnerving.
Oh well, I trudged on. And by "trudged" I clearly mean 'walk cautiously and every once in awhile touch, though not grip, the railing as a reminder that I am indeed safe walking here'. If you had been in your car driving past me with your window down, you would have heard some quiet "woah-o...okay...alright...I'm good...wo-ho-oh..." as I walked, the adrenaline from the sound of hundreds of speeding cars pumping.
(It didn't really occur to me until now that I just wrote that above piece as a 20 year old. Hmmm...maybe I should try this adult-maturity-nonbaby scaredy cat thing a little more seriously...)
So anyway, here I was, walking to Old Navy - a store now visibly off in the distance. It is at this point that my side reminded me that I didn't really want to be walking anymore. Oh well, at least if I pass out, I have time to use my handy-dandy one touch dialing to punch in "2...Talk..." on my way down. This will trigger a call home - possibly the exact moment my parents foreshadowed in purchasing this beautiful little cell phone (with sweet rings) for my birthday.
I hit up Old Navy for a very successful trip. It is upon entering the store that I realize how much of an Old Navy loser I am. I walked in wearing two Old Navy tanks and Old Navy shorts. Hmmm...poser child or Old Navy mascot wannabe?? Tough call. I leave the store with two new skirts (one a blue version of my pink stripe one, and a funky brown and copper flowery african looking one), a pink striped golf tee and two "perfect tees" (brown and a bright reddish). Very fun stuff.
I hit up Walmart next to find myself a new mouse. My old one is more than frustrating - it would sometimes take three or four tries of rolling the mouse just to open up a document and those four rolls would often also include a fierce blow with my hot air into the bottom where the ball rolled around, slowly. Another successful trip. My mouse is working wonderfully.
I exit Walmart and again realize that I have never trudged from Walmart back to Heritage. A surprise, seeing as I have been at Heritage for two years, but still, the reality of the situation. Well, I know it's been done many times, so let's go...I will find my way as I walk :)
It really was as simple as I thought it would be. Walk briskly along the side of the highway, dodging traffic, clutching your bags, not falling over the edge (not quite as bad this time ha ha), sometimes moving by putting one foot in front of the other on the narrow walkway.
But I made it home. Safe and sound. New purchases in tact. And another epic tale of the Katie Times to write about.