So I’ve been a good walking fat chick even though this past weekend I experienced the mother of all diet smackdowns. I was snacky AND I managed to overwrite all the accounting materials for the RWA chapter I’m treasurer for. (I know, my grammar is crap but it has been a traumatic week). By rights I should have eaten everything in my fridge (yes, CK is a nervous snacker) and possibly my neighbor’s fridges if they’d been foolish enough to leave them unattended. But did I? Nooooo. Instead, I walked on Friday. Three miles with my friend Sabrina.
This is good news because as you recall I’m going to be walking a half marathon in less then three weeks. And while I’ve been walking, my longest trek has been nowhere NEAR 13.1 miles. Yes, I realize this genius strategy is going to bite me in the ass but I can’t help it. I mean, think about it. Half the time we’re complaining here about how we hate to walk for an hour, or a couple miles.
The good news is the path Sabrina and I walked is on the Long Beach Marathon route. And although it’s not HZ’s very cool Big Dam Bridge, we’ve got art.
And, we’ve got lifeguard stations (alas, it appeared to be closed so I didn’t have any additional man candy-type motivation).
(I apologize for the graininess of the images but my camera card readers have died. All three of them. So until I take apart the hell hole that is my office I’m stuck with blackberry images for illustrative purposes).
The best part of the walk? I had a buddy. Thanks Sabrina!
Even if she did insist on taking pictures of flying rodents.
(and yes, I noticed her picture looks better then mine)
So the quest continues. I’m walking nowhere near as much as I need to. I plan to rectify that this weekend. Yes, yes I do.
Any advice?
Yes, I say I come down there and we park my car at the starting point. Carry enough cash for a taxi at the other end and see if we can walk 13.1 miles!!!!! HOOOOO WAAAAA!