So its been a while since I've blogged so i thought id give an update on my trekking.
Ive been walking alot more since i got my new shoes. both me and my brother have gone on walks four times a week. You wouldn't think you'd feel so much better but i truly due. However i had a horrible experience that almost ruined my life on foot.
One night after i had made dinner my brother Justin said he had to go to work and we couldn't do our normal walk. Upset because i really was in the mood to work off dinner and the stress from my day i decided to go it alone. I left my house at 9 o'clock and set off on our normal route. Taking longer strides to try to better my time i made my way along our normal route. At one point when i usually would turn up my street to head back home i decided that i felt really good and wanted to go farther. My first of many mistakes. I continued straight along the street for two miles to the next major light. Turning there i follow the street up past the freeway and over the railroad tracks. i decided to walk along Victoria, a street in Riverside that has orange grooves all along it. It is a historic street in Riverside. my second mistake. after a block on Victoria all the street lights were out. i was making my way in pitch black for about a mile only having the moon to guide myself. starting to feel the fatigue i made my way down a street to a parallel street with more light and started for home. As i made my way back towards the railroad tracks i see alot of lights set up and men working. Shit. I forgot that there working on the railroad tracks. I was a block from my house. I asked the men working if i could cross. i told them how close my home was. They informed me it wouldn't be safe for me to cross and that i would need to make my way around to a street that went under the tracks. Tired, feet starting to hurt and totally thirsty i started to walk around the extra few miles to get back to my home. By this point my brother had returned home and called to see where i had gone. Refusing to give in and ask him to come get me i made my way under the tracks over the freeway and back to my home. At this point i could barely walk. My feet were swollen and exhausted and i finished two large bottles of water( the large 1Qt ones) Its now 12 o'clock. tired beyond belief i went bed. Woke up a few hours later my muscles cramping and hurting in ways I've never felt before.
The next day my brother and i drove the route i had walked and to my brothers shock i had made a seven mile trek. Seven fucking miles. The ridicule from my brother and friends lasted a few days. I deserved it for being so stupid.
I am proud to say that I'm back to walking. only the route that we usually do and I'm feeling better than ever. Ready to continue my trek to a fit lifestyle and happier existence. Hopefully wiser than i was that fateful night.
A ten pounds lighter Homo,
Girlina, Queen of the Universe