Today was going to be a little bit different to the last two days. Didn't do the long humungo-calorie burning walk this morning, partly cos Ma wanted to walk with me but only had a certain amount of time, and partly because we'd scheduled a grocery delivery, so I too had to be back in the house by a specific time. Nevertheless, between us, Ma and I managed to convolute and complicate a walk up to Costa so that it took five miles, and much of it was either uphill or up-steps. Ended up burning 850 calories according to the Gestapo Phone.
Blasted through the rest of the day, buzz-sawing through some editing, building the bones of my next magazine, dealing with a lot of nitty-gritty stuff and watching half an episode of Blake's 7 - don't judge me, I'm a geek.
When the work day was over, I felt a little restless, so I pulled on some trainers, stuck the iPod on and decided to do the UberWalk in any case. About halfway through though, with the sun roasting me to bacon (round about the Incline Top decision point, as to whether you do the big flat section and the long downhill), I decided I was over besing restless, and turned back for home - just in time to be picked up by d and her pal Lou, driving down the high street of the town.
The results, according to the Gestapo Phone, are that today I've walked 18,481 steps, equating to 11.3 miles, and due to the enormous amount of evil uphill involved, I've burned 1988 calories.
Foodwise - one large decaff skinny latte from Costa, three Weetabix with semi-skimmed, one Pink Lady apple, and dinner - a portion and possibly a quarter of egg fried rice, with stir fried chicken and vegetables.
I'm thinking of having some summer fruits once this blog entry's written, but I have to say, right now I don't need to have that, as I'm pretty stuffed.
My legs are...not exactly pissed with me, but have that particular kind of stretchy ache you get from a really good gym session.
Oh, on which subject:
"You really need to get back to the gym," said d, appropos of practically nothing.
"Do I?"
"Yeah. All that you're doing, it's great, but it's all leg work."
I blinked.
"Am I starting to look like a frog from Biology class or something?"
She peered at me, curiously.
"Not yet," she judged. "But if you keep this up you'll have walnut-cracking thighs and the rest of you'll be floppy."
"Not all the rest of me, thankyouverymuch!"
Did I mention it's our tenth wedding anniversary this year - in September, actually. Nothing brought that home to me more keenly than d's next response. See, back in the young days, a line like that, denying floppiness, would have been accompanied by a mental soundtrack of boom-chaka-wow-wow...and I'd have done some waggling of at the very least my eyebrows, and who knows what would have ensued. Now I delivered it more on a note of indignation. d paused, caught her tongue between her teeth, pushed her glasses up her nose, sniffed and said "Yes, dear," before turning back to her Bubble Witch.
I will be going back to the gym either when I see a 17 in the stones column, or in August, when I take three months off active editing duty to get some writing - and some more Disappearing - done. Till then, I'm happy walking my legs to stubs while the rest of me stays floppy.
Tomorrow - long walk, followed by longish Starbucks day to finish an edit and a bunch of other stuff to boot.
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