more walking, which is distantly related to running

Today Matt and I were going to walk and talk on the phone at the same time, but our schedules were pretty much exactly opposite, so we had to split up the walking. Anyway. I think I really enjoyed my walk. I don't really even remember thinking about the walking as I was doing it, I was just daydreaming about whatever, which I think is a good sign that I enjoyed it. I actually took a mini walk on the beach and a more purposeful walk on the street. During the walk on the street I saw two live crabs and one dead snake! (at first I wrote snack instead of snake. gross). The crabs were little, their bodies were about the size of a quarter, and I was surprised that they were just hanging out on the curb in two different places. The snake was maybe 18 inches long, and nondescript. Well, I say that, but if I were a snake scientist I might disagree. The other day I saw probably a 4 ft long snake that was still alive, smack in the middle of the path to the beach, but the second he caught wind that my Mom and I were headed towards the patch of sun he was lounging in, he quickly bolted for the thick ivy nearby. He didn't want anything to do with us. Since then I've taken to looking for him, but no luck thus far.

Anyway, this isn't supposed to be just my personal wildlife blog. Moral of the story- I liked my walk today and I'm surprisingly looking forward to one tomorrow, as well as maybe some biking. Who knew I'd voluntarily like exercise?

little engine that could

well, still no running, or jogging, even. But I did get in my walk today. And I was right, it was infinitely easier to just get out there today, now that i didn't feel doomed to fail. There was no arguing back and forth with myself, no feeling of dread or avoidance. I assumed I'd go walk after lunch, but I wanted my food to digest a bit first because for some reason, my body gets really displeased if i try to incorporate too much activity too soon after eating or even drinking. In fact, it pitches a tantrum in the form of killer side stitches stopping any exercise plans in their tracks, ambitious or otherwise. So I hung out on the porch and read for a while before heading out. But even then, it was just kind of like, "well, it's time to go," and then I was out there. After I got back, I did stretch a little bit, sort of picking out some yoga moves and modifying them into static stretches. So I didn't do the DVD or anything, but I did dip my baby toe into the metaphorical yoga pool. Today, I give myself a gold star.

someday I'll be a runner again, i'm sure of it

This poor blog is all dusty and neglected, huh? Well, I'ma swiffer it till it shines. I tried to run W1D1 with Cory. The ol' IT band was none too pleased. And by that I mean, by the end of the jog I was in agony from both knees and the right hip flexor. Apparently the tendon gods are demanding I give some attention to those yoga DVDs I bought a couple months back. Which I mean, I want to do anyway, it's just finding the motivation I suppose. sigh. ok ok, I'll start looking harder. Found some: a Yoga Body should be motivation enough, huh? Done.