My abs are screaming. It feels like I have been punched in the gut. I’m assuming that’s how it feels anyway. I don’t think I have ever been punched in the gut.
My muscles are reacting to my walk this morning. Who knew that walking could do such damage to hardly been used ab muscles?
For all the time I have prided myself on walking around the park, I can’t say I have actually worked hard at it. My pace is probably a nice, leisurely stroll. Mothers pushing baby strollers are definitely much faster than me. I’m more proud of myself for getting out of the house and enjoying the nature provided in my own backyard. Good for me! Tick that off the list.
Walking with Heath provides a bit more exercise. He has long legs and isn’t afraid to use them. I trot alongside him until I can’t anymore and I remind him I’m a tiny little woman. To which he laughs because I’m not but he knows I’m going for funny.
Lately I have been setting up walking dates with my friend Stephanie. She lives on the other side of the park. I take the kids to school and pick her up at her house. We walk through the neighborhood, not far, into the park and then all the way around and back to her house. It’s a little longer of a walk with her than it is walking from my house around the park. I am always impressed that I get home about an hour after I have arrived at her house.
When I first started walking around the park on my own I could complete the less than three mile round trip in about 45 minutes. I got slower over time. I like having someone with me to help me keep pace. Talking with someone also makes it more enjoyable. The voices in my head don’t always respond back.
Stephanie walks my legs off. She has always been a bit of a fast talker and her legs move even faster. We breathe hard as we carry on a conversation. It reminds me of when my brother ran cross country. He would talk about conversation pace. That’s when you still run but you can huff out a back and forth of words with a friend.
There are times when I feel like I am holding Stephanie back. She walks so fast that the shin splints come on quickly. I try to walk through it but sometimes it’s hard. I almost apologized to her the last time we walked because I noticed that we weren’t really punctuating with heavy breaths anymore.
Today was a good day speed wise. I arrived at her house a good ten minutes later than I expected. She did say 9:15 ish. She knows that mornings can be hectic. She was cleaning out her fridge trying to get all the food tossed into the green waste before it was picked up. I didn’t pay attention to when we left her house, probably around 9:30. I pulled into my driveway around 10:26. Keep in mind, I have to drive home when we finish our walk. Since it’s all right turns home and the lights don’t affect things as much, I can do it in about five minutes.
I’m not a math wizard but that seems fast. I think we must have sprouted wings on our heels as we nearly flew around the park. My shredded abs, savagely ripped from exertion, are a constant reminder that I earned the miles on my Fitbit.
The secret to success? Find a trivial topic you both identify with. Suddenly you will find that you’re back at the starting point, out of breath, and thoroughly satisfied with your morning.