I challenged myself yesterday, something I rarely do anymore. Lately, an 8K walk is long for me and pretty much maxes me out. That notorious distance walker, Kevin Kim, recently posted he was going to test an injured foot with a “short” 10K hike. Hmm. Well, that inspired me to take a “short” walk and see how it feels. My goal was 10K, but I picked a route where I could easily bail if need be after 7K. I was in for quite a surprise. Once I hit the 10K target, I just kept on going to see how far these tired old legs could carry me. I finally said “enough” when I hit 13.5K and was standing in front of a trike stand. So, that was a long walk for this version of me, but as the memory photos I posted yesterday show, it was far from a record performance. My longest walk ever was back in December 2017, when I managed 38K (50,000 steps). At the time, I called that achievement a once-in-a-lifetime event, and that is likely the case. Here’s the post I wrote about the adventure. And seeing all those photos from my Pyeongtaek neighborhood really made me miss a life I never fully appreciated. Anyway, I’m motivated to push myself and see just how much I have left in me. My fantasy is to do a 29K walk to Mope Resort in San Narciso. I almost made it halfway there yesterday. We’ll see what the future brings.
Here’s some of what I saw along the way during yesterday’s long trek:
Anyway, I was tired and a little sore when I got home. Swan made me a lunch of shrimp and asparagus that I very much enjoyed.
After a shower, a nap, and a blog post, it was time to hit the road again. First stop: the Angel’s Touch Salon for a foot spa.
I also got a haircut while there. When we left, I was hungry, so we made Myleen’s our dinner destination.
Did our nightcap at Green Room. On the way in, we saw the Hash Grandmaster and his gal at Sloppy Joe’s. They joined us in GR later. It was a nice night out and a good day full of what passes for adventure in my life.
Speaking of which, today is the weekly weigh-in. How’d I do?
- This week’s weight: 246.6
- Last week’s weight: 250.2
- Weight loss: 3.6 pounds
- Weight on November 1: 267.1
- Overall reduction: 20.5 pounds
No reduction this week in my belly circumference (49″). My waist is down 1/2 inch to 43.5.
I’ve just got to keep on keepin’ on. I’ll reach my goal or die trying!
Things Facebook reminded me to remember today:
Today’s YouTube video is about people even dumber than I am.
Probably better to laugh at stuff like this:
Alright, then. Gonna do the SOB tonight at La Oficina. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.
That Proclaimers song brings back memories of the time I went out with the work crew for drinks and Indian food. I like my food – Indian or otherwise – super spicy, and I got my customary vindaloo or phaal curry, and ate other shit like onion bhajis and keema naan.
I got wasted pretty quickly because I’d been hitting the mouthwash hard in the offcie bathrooms beforehand and I wasn’t yet used to balancing social drinking with feeding the thirst. Took my happy ass off home relatively early, when the world started spinning and the coworkers wanted to carry on, sipping pints in old man bars and talking about their favorite pro-wrestlers while that Proclaimers song was seemingly on repeat.
Got home maybe an hour and a half after eating, get up to my room, and immediately spew into the sink in my bedroom. There’s chunks of chicken and shrimp, flecks of herbs, bits of rice, pieces of naan, curry sauce mixed in with bile, beer, vodka, and luminescent mouthwash foam. All that good stuff. I was fading fast and in no condition for clean up so just flopped into bed, fully dressed, immediately after.
Woke up the next morning to find the sink drain clogged with the congealed remains of my puke from the night before. My bedroom fucking reeked to high heaven of half-digested Indian food and vomit for what seemed like a month after. Even today just thinking about that song I can still smell that miasma.
Cheers for the trip down memory lane, John!
My fantasy is to do a 29K walk to Mope Resort in San Narciso. I almost made it halfway there yesterday. We’ll see what the future brings.
Joo can dew eet!
Yep, that’s rice drying directly on the pavement.
There’s usually a grain/husk separating stage, and washing the grains is up to the household, so the road’s dirt and pebbles probably don’t matter so much. Still, biting down on even a grain of sand can be a bitch.
My feet deserved some kindness after what I’d put them through
Can you put your feet through 2X that distance for 30 days in a row (with scattered breaks, of course)? Let’s talk about blisters after you try that.
No reduction this week in my belly circumference (49″). My waist is down 1/2 inch to 43.5.
I’ve written before about beer bellies versus food bellies.
That’s something I’m trying. Swan doesn’t seem to appreciate it, though.
At least she gets to know what you’re like on the inside.