I mentioned the other day that I’ve started walking as exercise.12 I also mentioned that the shoes that I had been wearing to walk were hurting my feet. I have new shoes for walking, but the spot on my foot is hurting a lot of the time. My mom thinks it might be a stress fracture, but I’m trying to go about pretending that it doesn’t really hurt, because I love to be in a state of denial about my health.3 I’ve kept walking. I haven’t walked as much each day. For a couple of days I barely made it past .7 miles.
Today, I ended up walking about 1.5 miles. I almost gave up at around mile 1, but I didn’t. I walked further than I planned on walking because the married dude, that I’ve talked about before, was outside washing his driveway.45 And I did not want to see if he remembered me from my OkCupid profile.6 So I walked further, but I feel better tonight than I did before I walked, so that’s good. And I haven’t even taken anything to make me feel better, so that’s even better.
I may not walk as far tomorrow, or I may split my walk into a few smaller walks. According to Map My Walk, I’ve walked 5.7 miles this week compared to 4.7 last week and 3.9 the week before. I am making progress.
I need to go to bed soon so that I can get up in a few hours and start working on dinner.7
BTW: The title comes from this quote from Jane Austen’s Persuasion:
Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.
Jane Austen’s Persuasion sounds like some kind of cologne being peddled by Jane Austen. ↩
Also my mom tends to think worst case scenario stuff, so it’s really sort of reasonable on my part to not freak out. ↩
Why the fuck do people wash their driveway? ↩
Oh, and the entry that it was is no longer public because the part about the other guy ended up being me jumping to conclusions. And he and I may have plans, but that’s another thing entirely. ↩
I hope to forget about him and his fascination with my lack of experience. ↩
Yay for my domesticity. ↩