I had planned eight on Sunday, but it turned into zero when the weather turned awful.
This sounds like a convenient excuse, and it is. But while I am fine with exercising in the cold, I really, really hate walking in the rain, particularly when it’s cold. It can settle into my lungs, and as a tall guy, the sidewalks can become dangerously slick. (I hate when people don’t powerwash their sidewalks precisely because of this.)
Nonetheless, this blog as an accountability device was working on Sunday night. I kept looking at my watch as bedtime approached, worrying about having to either explain another “rest day” or not blog at all, which would look bad. (I am irrationally proud of the string of daily posts to date, which is its own motivation.)
But the weather did not let up and it got too late, so I went to bed, unblogged and unhappy.
Today, it was another dreary day and it passed so quickly that I found myself on the couch looking out the window again, feeling guilty and worrying that I was failing my own program, a mere sixteen days into the process. How embarrassing would it be to give it up so soon after starting!
So, late in the evening, I got off the couch - in my street clothes! - and put on the Hokas and my beloved LL Bean dairy farmer coat and headed out for what I wanted to be a leisurely three-mile walk.
And as you can see below, it became a very productive session! My leisurely pace was under 16 minutes, and I extended the walk to over four miles.
And I feel redeemed, at least for a day.
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