Monday, April 28, 2014

An impromptu Sunday walk




Yesterday morning we woke up and realized that, after our Friday walk with packs, we’d taken a “bye” day on Saturday. That won’t do—the whole point of training is to keep up the effort and get stronger!
So we decided that we’d do a small walk today, even though in our calendar of training Sundays are listed as rest days. After Mass, we came home and changed into walking clothes and headed out, with the idea of doing about 3 miles.
By the time we got to the end of the driveway, we settled on getting breakfast tacos while we were out and about—breakfast tacos are one of the blessings of life—and so we aimed ourselves toward the nearest convenience store. Then we changed our minds about which store and crossed over to the next large street; sidewalk the whole way appealed more than fighting with the traffic for space in the shoulder. At the end of all this walking, we passed the local high school, crossed the train tracks, and found ourselves at the Stripes store, which is 2 miles from the house.
We got tacos—ham and egg for my sweetie and chorizo and egg for me—and drinks and sat down for our breakfast. (Note to anyone wondering, here in South Texas chorizo is a medium grind pork sausage with garlic, chile colorado, and other good seasonings.)
After we ate, we carried our drinks and walked back home again. I clocked this as 4 miles, a little more than our light walks have been, but then there are only 20 days to go now.
The weather is hot today, and by the time we got back to the house at 11:30, the temperature was 90F out. (We think that translates to 32C.) It’s not unusual for late April to be this warm around here, but after the cool winter and late spring we find it uncomfortable. We were dripping wet with perspiration when we got into the (air-conditioned) house.
But it was a pretty good walk. We even got to see a neighbor’s round-bodied, white guinea hen. 
Some things don't care about the heat! (Tree with Spanish Moss at Santa Ana NWR)

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