paying the price
Sunday, July 25th, 2010
I did a 10.2km walk with my half-marathon training group. I walked with a couple of women with whom I keep the same pace. We each exclaimed that we felt we were walking slowly, and not at our usual speed. Each of the others had done quite a bit of walking yesterday and last week. I had done nothing.
The curious thing was that though we felt we were walking slowly, we actually did quite a good pace and finished in just over an hour and a half. That’s a bit slower pace than I would want for the half-marathon, but not as slow as I felt I was going.
I was most definitely pooped afterwards though, and very stiff. The two weeks of very light walking didn’t keep my fitness level up. Oh, well. I have nine weeks to race day. And I know I’ll be able to improve my speed.
As for the food bit … always the most difficult aspect of my wellness. I could have done a lot better making food choices while I was away, but at the same time I could have done a whole lot worse. The unusual blip for me though, was this – I had an alcoholic beverage, and sometimes two, everyday for two weeks. I have never, ever done that. I didn’t regret it for a moment, and I haven’t had one since I returned. It was just a curiousity for me.
Getting back on my path, and getting back to the gym tomorrow morning. Oy! I can feel the pain already.



Losing weight is like the Great Wall. It’s an upward climb, with a bit of a break, and then another climb, and another break. Over and over again. And along the way the steps are uneven, some easy, some almost insurmountable without assistance. I’m still doing the weight loss, and I walked a very little bit of the Great Wall. I couldn’t have done the latter without the former.




