Training walk: Blackpill to Caswell Bay (and back)
I write this sitting not in the kitchen sink but in the bath- sideways, with my tablet somewhat precariously balanced on the rim and a handle not designed for this purpose (thankfully despite my walk I'm not yet at the point of needing it to lower myself into or heave myself from the bathwater).
I am in the bath because I walked something over 13 miles today around Swansea Bay and I think onto the Gower peninsula, although I've no idea where the boundary lies, and have every intention of doing something similar tomorrow and am of the firm belief that if you're going to do something that ridiculous twice in a row you should try to trick your legs into believing you've repented in between times. Baths are the way to do that.
Pleasingly, I'm not actually terribly sore or stiff at the moment, despite having done nothing to prevent it and in fact having spent the latter part of my day alternately lying at an awkward angle on the sofa knitting and sitting in front of the computer strenuously avoiding doing anything to further my LEJOG planning. In fact the bath-and-tablet-related contortions are, if anything, making things worse rather than better. The only part of me which persists in complaining about today is my back, which is thoroughly unaccustomed to carrying a backpack and additionally likes to periodically audition for a role in "the princess and the pea" and make it clear that my future is filled with either orthopaedic mattresses or physiotherapy and benzos. This obviously bodes well for spending the better part of four months walking the length of the country with everything I have with me in a rucksack.
Also pleasing was that I maintained a nice 3.28 mph throughout the 13-plus miles, despite my mother's dire predictions that this was unrealistic, and despite the climbs and descents involved (which I confess were less than I expect on the actual walk).
Less good: I walked out until I hit a point where I thought "I'd quite like some lunch now" and then walked back the precise way I'd come because, and this is obviously not at all concerning in someone who is meant to be planning a route the length of Great Britain, I couldn't plan an alternative circular route. Hmm. Needs work.
My phone coped better than I expected with the task of GPS tracking me while not running out of battery, also a bonus, and all in all I'm pleased with today's adventure.
Next step is to figure out some map option or other so I can a) plan routes b) take them with me and c) not follow the route, get lost and still end up in the right place.
My leg are now more sore from kneeling in the bath than they were from walking so I'm abandoning this as a bad idea. Maybe I should have one of those racks to go over the bath to stand it on.
Blister count: 0
I am in the bath because I walked something over 13 miles today around Swansea Bay and I think onto the Gower peninsula, although I've no idea where the boundary lies, and have every intention of doing something similar tomorrow and am of the firm belief that if you're going to do something that ridiculous twice in a row you should try to trick your legs into believing you've repented in between times. Baths are the way to do that.
Pleasingly, I'm not actually terribly sore or stiff at the moment, despite having done nothing to prevent it and in fact having spent the latter part of my day alternately lying at an awkward angle on the sofa knitting and sitting in front of the computer strenuously avoiding doing anything to further my LEJOG planning. In fact the bath-and-tablet-related contortions are, if anything, making things worse rather than better. The only part of me which persists in complaining about today is my back, which is thoroughly unaccustomed to carrying a backpack and additionally likes to periodically audition for a role in "the princess and the pea" and make it clear that my future is filled with either orthopaedic mattresses or physiotherapy and benzos. This obviously bodes well for spending the better part of four months walking the length of the country with everything I have with me in a rucksack.
Also pleasing was that I maintained a nice 3.28 mph throughout the 13-plus miles, despite my mother's dire predictions that this was unrealistic, and despite the climbs and descents involved (which I confess were less than I expect on the actual walk).
Less good: I walked out until I hit a point where I thought "I'd quite like some lunch now" and then walked back the precise way I'd come because, and this is obviously not at all concerning in someone who is meant to be planning a route the length of Great Britain, I couldn't plan an alternative circular route. Hmm. Needs work.
My phone coped better than I expected with the task of GPS tracking me while not running out of battery, also a bonus, and all in all I'm pleased with today's adventure.
Next step is to figure out some map option or other so I can a) plan routes b) take them with me and c) not follow the route, get lost and still end up in the right place.
My leg are now more sore from kneeling in the bath than they were from walking so I'm abandoning this as a bad idea. Maybe I should have one of those racks to go over the bath to stand it on.
Blister count: 0
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