Pushing the limits
As soon as the weather warms up, it’s like people come out of hibernation.
I remember in college, as soon as the sun came out, people would show up to class in shorts and flip-flops even though it was still below zero out.
It irritated me, but that’s a different story.
Anyway, my cousin and I made a decision to get our butts outside and start walking as soon as the weather started to get better, and since she lives on a paved road, we didn’t have to worry about mud.
Those who know my cousin and me know that we like to put things off. But this time, we stuck to our decision and got outside for our first walk of the season.
You know the saying, “your eyes are bigger than your stomach”? Well, our eyes were definitely bigger than our feet.
As we took off from her house, we really didn’t have a route planned. We just started walking until we felt like we should turn around. We probably should have turned around about a mile in –– instead, we kept going and going and going…
As the hours passed, it felt like we hadn’t been walking long, but we finally reached our stopping point. We had walked to the other side of the lake, and decided it was time to turn around.
It wasn’t until we were on our way back that we realized just how long we had been gone and how badly our feet were hurting.
As I heard my cousin say “Let’s run,” I told her she was crazy. She had to be kidding. There was absolutely no way I was running. My feet hurt and I felt like my legs were going to fall off. Although I had been walking/running on my treadmill at my house, I don’t think I was quite prepared for this.
We continued on our way back, hoping to see the Forest Lake Clubhouse sign with every corner we turned. It felt like it was taking forever, not too mention it was starting to get colder.
So we high-tailed it back as fast as our feet would allow us to go, and finally we made it back to the house, blisters on our feet and legs feeling like Jell-O. There was even a point where I was pretty sure if I took my shoes off, my feet would be bleeding.
Needless to say, seven miles was pretty ambitious for our first time out, and our next walk was much more realistic.
But who knows? Maybe one day we will be able to push it and walk the whole 44 miles of Forest Lake…