So, as of right now, I am 210 miles in towards Mordor. Go Me!
I’m managing 1 to 3 miles a day on average, and I’ve incorporated body weight workouts on alternate days. The new goal that I’ve added on to the giant pile of goals, dreams, aspirations, and wishes is: the ability to do a pull up on a bar
In other news, I’m painting a seven canvas series of The Map and Mouse Project. I’m done with 1, 2 and 3. I’m working on number 4, and it has a few lovely maps written in French on it. One of them is from 1601.
146 miles! The holidays slowed me down a little.
I’ve also added in THIS:
Quit laughing. I am unashamed to say I’m doing girl pushups off the end of my bed and picking up a box of clean kitty litter to do rows with. The 10 pound weight isn’t heavy enough any more to do anything useful. I’m building my way up to pull ups. But again… I have wimpy underdeveloped musculature on a female frame. But this can change!
I’ve been buried under my schoolwork for the last month…..but I’m still walking. I had some technical difficulties with my feet, also. In short, my shoes were awful. They were causing me pain which led to not walking…….which led to pain in a different area, namely my back. This, of course, is terrifying. The idea of not being able to walk again is almost as paralyzing as the inability to walk. It’s bad. I’ve spent the last several weeks freaking out that I couldn’t walk more than a mile or so at a time because of my shoes. I’ve been in pretty acute pain 24/7 for about 3 weeks.
My solution to this depression-inducing problem was that I went back to my old standby…….Doc Marten mary janes. They just plain work for me. They fit my feet and I can go forever in them, and they last for years. My cheap boots on the other hand……….are seriously growing holes in them after only 50 or 60 miles. I mean it. I’m wearing through the soles and I can see little squares and the beginnings of actual holes. Fashion: phooey.
Anyway, the great news is that I haven’t given up. I have now walked 90.3 miles out of 1779. (the distance from the Shire to Mt. Doom, for those of you who are just now tuning in) I also held a plank for a record of 36 seconds. Shhhh. Don’t tell anyone. I’m contemplating learning to conquer my fear of being upside down and morphing this plank into a wall assisted handstand.
Woo! That’s huge.
Consider for a moment, if you will, that during this month 8 years ago I was fundamentally unable to walk. I had just moved from my two bedroom apartment into a one bedroom apartment with my kids and I was sleeping in the living room on the floor on a futon mattress near my piano. A real bed was out of the question. I was a single mom and I couldn’t walk, had to quit my job because I couldn’t sit in a chair, and I couldn’t sleep on a real mattress anyway, due to the pain factor. It took me crazy amounts of time to do simple things like roll over, and tears streamed down my face the whole time. My new bedfellow was chronic and intense pain, and he brought with him the flowers of depression. I gained a whole new respect for anyone who lives with chronic pain, and for people who know exactly how long it really is going to take to get from point A to point B. Point B being the bathroom, about 8 feet away.
Fast forward to 4 years later. When I moved to a new state, I was able to sit upright again and manage grocery shopping and I no longer needed help in order to get out of a car. Well, most of the time. I still had flair ups from time to time with sudden fire-y jet streams of agony tearing through my torso, but in general, I could walk short distances again. I still didn’t dare do things like balance on one foot and my toes might as well been on some other planet for all I could reach them. That sort of bending just didn’t exist. What I could do at that point was walk carefully to the library: 5 minutes there and 5 minutes back again. That was it. I was done for the day. Wiped out. Exhausted. In pain.
Little by little I discovered that the more I walked, the better my back did. When I started school after a year of that, I could walk one way to school in about half an hour. Both ways was too much, but I could go that far. (Just for reference: I can do that one mile walk today in 15 or 20 minutes.)
So……my long and rambling point is this. Do not look at the first 50 miles of this journey as something impossible to do. Look at the 5 minutes you can do right now and add that up with the next 5 minutes. THAT my friend, is how you get to Mordor.
So, it’s the beginning of the new fall term at school and today I walked:
30 minutes in the dark at 6:30 am
walk to school 1 mile
walk home for lunch 1 mile
walk back to school in a torrent of rain and of course I have no umbrella so I’m soaked – 1 mile
walk home again after class 1 mile
total: 5.76 miles
grand total: Just under 50 miles total
My boots are looking rough and I’ve only had them two weeks. I can see little squares on the bottoms from wear. Very soon I’m going to have to invest in tougher footwear. Fashion boots from Fred Meyer are losing ground very quickly.
So, rather than post every single time I set foot out the door, I figured I’d just give you a quick update. So far this week I have gone:
Friday: 1.88 miles
Saturday: 2.44 miles in the morning and 3.95 in the afternoon
Sunday: 5.04 miles in one swell foop before heading off to Mass
Monday: 5.51 miles this morning.
Pounds lost since the 13th: 3.8
Total Miles Covered So Far: 18.81
I think that puts me pretty close to the Buckleberry Ferry. The Hobbits obviously lost weight on this journey. I am sure as heck not cutting calories.
This morning’s adventure found me in a nature area. I decided to see how far I could go in one hour, then no matter where I ended up, it would be time to turn back. I was beebopping along through the woods when I came across an interesting feature in the trail. It was a 6 inch board that ran across a small ravine. That’s the road, man. I looked around. No one else has been going around this thing. That’s all foresty over there. Um. Ok. I crossed it and kept on going.
The next obstacle was a pretty steep rocky and depressive incline that I had to go down. Did I mention it rained this morning? And that fallen leaves are really a whole lot like mini surfboards for your feet? Oh yes. I sat down and scooted on my bottom rather than hurt myself by falling.
Obstacle number three involved a stream and a fallen tree-bridge. Yes. I walked carefully over it…….all 900 feet. Ok maybe it was only about 12. But still……
And then, it was time to turn around and head back. Neat. I haven a fallen tree bridge exactly an hour’s walk away from my front door.
Yesterday I was reading a post by one of my favorite writers, Steve Kamb. In case you do not know who this is, he’s the guy who runs an excellent resource for those of us looking to move forward in our constant quest of leveling up in life, also known as NerdFitness.com
Yesterday in my inbox, I found a beautiful link, one that both interested and challenged my imagination. I am easily entertained. I soon found real merit in the idea of Walking Like A Hobbit. Wait, what?
The idea is that I’m going to spend a lot of quality time using my feet for the task they were made to do. I downloaded a useful little app for my phone called Runkeeper to help me track my mileage, weight, goals and successes, and then I hit the bricks.
I figure anything that injects a little fun into a workout is worth at least a little consideration. This gave me amusement as well as a specific and measurable goal. I don’t care if LOTR is fictional. I’m going to walk to Mordor. I’ll keep you updated on my progress. On your mark…… get set…… GO!
Miles from Hobbiton to Mt. Doom: 1779
Miles I walked yesterday: 1.88
Miles I walked today: 6.39
Grand total of my adventure to destroy the ring: 8.27 miles walked
“……BTW, I’m walking to Mordor. The goal is 1779 miles. I figured that should destroy the evil ring around my middle…..” (a text to a friend)