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Showing posts with label dog walking. Show all posts

Somewhere

I walked about 35 minutes with my boys during lunch. I wish I could get as excited as they do about going for a walk. Dog walking is keeping me active. I haven't been to the gym since Monday.

I still don't have a lot to say. I was thinking about Al's wedding ring. I lost it about this time of year three years ago. I wish it would turn up someplace. I keep thinking that it's here somewhere.

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Walkin' the Dogs

I walked for about 35 minutes with my boys during lunch today. The best invention ever is the no-pull harness.

I'm really short on anything to say today.

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This Injury Will be the Death of Me

Yesterday, I had 1947 calories, way too many. I walked for 45 minutes with my boys. Today will be better.

After yesterday's walk, I realized my leg was, again, aching. I guess I'll have to go to a physical therapist, like it or not. I've not gone to gym all week in hope that it heals. I thought this would be a good time to recover since I'm trying to socialize the new puppy to my house. (He loves his big yard. And Chance is his hero.) But I guess I shouldn't have walked them so soon. But I really wanted to get them out, and I wanted to do a practice walk around the neighborhood to see how it would go.

Of course, it was a huge pain in the ass, requiring some real juggling skill. I had to switch leashes from hand to hand, sometimes in midair. I also had to be adept at securely holding one leash under my foot while untangling another leash from the legs of the other dog. It was quite a trip. I'm rethinking the whole retractable-leash thing. At moments, I felt like I was fishing--you know having to reel them in. So maybe two long leashes will workout better. Anyway. . . .

More later.


Post Script: I did some reading about hamstring injuries. It turns out that if your quadriceps are stronger than your hamstrings, you're more likely to experience hamstring strain. A remedy for this is retro walking a.k.a. walking backwards. It works. I went home for lunch and walked the boys. I walked backward up every hill we came to. I finally feel some relief in my hamstring. In fact, it's such a relief that it almost felt ticklish. Who knew?

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Why are those two guys running away?

I'm baacck.


And I am still tired. I did a lot of standing. Last night I woke up with both of my legs severely cramping. And they still hurt. I didn't lose any weight, but I didn't gain any either. So that's a good thing. I did a lot of walking, too. The exhibit hall was in the bowels of the Georgia World Conference Center. So it was four flights down and back at least twice every day. And the last day we were there, I made the trek about five times.

While I was in Atlanta, I saw these two guys running up the middle of the street—my first clue that something was wrong should've been that they were running up the MIDDLE of the street. But my first thought was that they were jogging. Then I thought, "Wow, they're going awfully fast to be jogging." The I look over to my left, and I see these two other guys being arrested—already in handcuffs and waiting to be escorted to the paddy wagon. Now, I'm thinking, "Oh, well then that makes sense that those two were running so fast." I don't know if one of the "running guys" was some a plain clothes cop or not. There were a number of other cops standing around, and they didn't seem to concerned. I guess they had things under control.

I did not workout while I was on travel. I decided to take a break. This morning was the first time I've worked out since last Friday. It was a little more challenging.

So I begin Phase III of weight management program today. If I lose 25 to 30 more pounds over the next year, I'll be happy. I have to keep this up for life—I know that. I'm just waiting for the day when I can maintain my weight. I've heard, though, that's it's tougher to keep it off than it is to lose it. I hope I can keep it off.

Is there anything wrong with finding a younger man attractive? There was this waiter at the hotel we were staying at—he was the most the delicious-looking thing on the menu. But does it make me a dirty old woman to look? When he noticed me looking at him, he smiled and kind of blushed. But he still smiled and even allowed his eyes to meet mine. I could've eaten him alive. Anyway, this is supposed to be a blog about weight loss and exercise, not my wicked thoughts. But the wicked thoughts are more fun, right?

Anyway, I'll have more to say as I think of things that happened over the past week.

P.S. Oddly enough, today on Friday the 13th, I ended my hour-long cardio session by burning 666 calories. What does this mean?


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