This evening I decided to go for a little adventure and walk from the apartment to the post office at the next town over (my little community's post office offers poor customer service and I don't trust it with my mail). I grabbed my digital camera case (since it is lighter than a purse or a backpack), my Zen, $2 in quarters, and my debit card.

The drive takes about 10-15 minutes so I thought it would only take about 30-45 minutes to walk there. I've never been good with numbers and this proves my point. It took an hour to walk 3.9 miles and it was starting to get dark, not to mention dark storm clouds were on the horizon. (Had I walked home, I would still be walking and it is currently raining, windy, and dark.) My typical mile run is approximately 10-12 minutes. If I had decided to run, my estimated time frame for the walk would have been more realistic.

On the return trip, I took a detour to Albertsons for a snack, some water, and some reading material. I had already decided to try to catch the bus home, with the hope that 8:20 pm wasn't too late for the buses to run. Luckily my relief society president and yoga buddy was driving home from work, spotted me, and gave me a lift.

Am I a wimp? During my Boise State days, I'd sometimes walk home from campus, backpack filled with books and folders. The distance is about 6.3 miles and, back then, I didn't even bat an eyelash or consider finding the closest bus stop at four miles. Up until last July, I worked out for 45 minutes, four days a week. I used to pride myself on the fact that I had great endurance and was never the one to interrupt a hike for something piddly as a rest.

Tonight the thought of walking home just made me groan. Is my husband's lack of enthusiasm to break a sweat contagious? Does turning 30 curb one's motivation to be physical? Could I make it up the hike to Mt Timpanogos?

And, no, I am not fulfilling my New Year's resolution of exercising at least 2 times a week--may once every month.... Maybe it is time to reevaluate the goals.


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3 comments:

    Anonymous said...

    Turning 30 for me was painful! 31 was much better...

    I tell everyone - with regards to exercising - find something you love to do. Jump roping anyone? Dancing? A long run when you're totally stressed? Hula-hooping? ...AND decide why you want to do it. I do it for myself to deflate before I explode AND to set an example for my nieces here in Georgia.

    I totally get the husband's lack of enthusiasm to break a sweat. Robert refuses any time of activity that is considered "working out".

    Good luck!

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  2. Amy said...

    I would love to be of some encouragement in the area of encouragement but ... well ... do as I say, not as I do perhaps?! :)

  3. ... on 5:59 AM  
  4. Christy said...

    AAAHHHHH!! Happy Birthday!! I didn't tell you that. :(

    sooorrry... will you ever forgive me?

    and I miss you. love the post.

  5. ... on 2:10 PM