You again?
Yesterday, I put on my bright-and-early hat and walked 20 miles. It went well. I averaged 4mph, which is awesome for that kind of distance. I still have trouble telling myself to take breaks, apart from stopping to use the bathroom. I do this thing: ‘I’ll just cross back over to Calhoun, then stop. No, I’ll just finish half of Calhoun, then I’ll stop.’ On and on until I’ve been walking 20 miles straight. But no! I probably took an hour’s worth of breaks total, and I paid attention to my body telling me things. I only got a little hypoglycemic once, so I stopped and ate Tofurky Jurky and my homemade protein chunk things. I should market those, because they’re superfood. On the last 3-mile lap, I dumped the Camelbak in my car and promptly lost 17 pounds. That’s 16 for the Camelbak, and one for what I lost walking that much. 20 miles = 2000 calories. Which is why I have to remind myself to eat. Two weeks til the big event! Yes, I’m freaking out. Mostly because I haven’t begun to think about packing and camping and the 35-lb weight limit for luggage. Blech. When I got home, I fell asleep, got leg cramps, showered, then fell asleep again. I was crabby with myself for being so sleepy. Then I realized I had gotten up at 5:30am and exercised for six hours straight, so I guess I was entitled. So the rest of yesterday, I did nothing except talk on the phone and knit. I only went out once, to Dunn Brothers, where some crazy-ass pseudo-jug-band was rocking out. Ukeleles are hot, but not as hot as the banjo. So now that I have attended the obligatory brunch (which is no longer like brunch at all, due to the fact that we’re going at 8 or 9 in the morning) (do you know who goes out at 8am on a Sunday morning? Nobody. And freaks. That’s right.), I am going to wait for it to warm up above freezing, and then attend the Great Minnesota Get-Together™. I plan on peering at cute baby animals, screaming like a kid on rides, trying not to cry at the soon-to-be-slaughtered livestock, and finding one or two thousand potential boyfriends for my sister (and yes, I point out every single one). She’s always wanted a man with a mullet, she just hasn’t admitted it yet. She’ll come around.Jenni