|If this were a little black kitty, it could be Buddah...|
I also set the speed a little faster than I walk normally. And it's working; my walking pace has increased quite a bit.
I was looking forward to it today; I planned on hitting the gym at about 10 a.m. and using a treadmill there, and then hitting the pool for an hour, but... 15 miles yesterday kicked my ass.
Literally, I think. It started last night with a pain to my right buttcheek, and when I got up this morning I hurt like crazy on my entire right posterior side. I know the cause--using a backpack I normally don't on a long walk--but knowing that doesn't exactly help every time I try to get up and feel like I'm 95 years old.
And nearly every time I get up I groan inwardly. I really am getting too old for this chit. Not that I'll quit because I do enjoy the walking and swimming, but I'm thinking it's time to go with one of the Spouse Thingy's long-term wants.
Not that, you sick freak.
If I'm going to keep moving on a daily basis, this is turning from something that would be nice to have to practically being medical equipment.
That's justification, right?