Training Walks and packing
Since my last post, on the recommendation of my Personal Trainer (my younger brother, the only member of this family who has ever exercised regularly as far as I can tell), I have done three short walks - of 14.7, 15.5 and 11.7 miles - each lasting between 4 and 5 hours (except the last one, where I lost the will a little) and each along various bits of the canal tow path again. I didn't write them up at the time because, quite frankly, there wasn't all that much interesting to say about any of them.
In brief, and lumped all together:
Walk 1: I set off from Welshpool, had a nice walk, went past a very lovely church, walked beyond the point where the towpath is gravelled/surfaced and onto where it's just worn grass, and demonstrated my impeccable gastronomical taste by eating, in around three hours, a Pepperami, an apple dipped in peanut butter, a hoi sin duck wrap, a cold vegetable samosa, and an untoasted hot cross bun. I defy you to pick any two of these foods which any rational human would eat together.
Walk 2: I set off from my parents', walked for about two and a half hours, turned around and came back. A cyclist passing me saw a kingfisher, twice, and I didn't, and it was a little upsetting. He quite clearly thought I was walking too noisily and was scaring the wildlife off.
Walk 3: An afternoon walk - not my favourite, and cut short because a) I got bored of walking the same bit of towpath, which is only a canal's breadth from an A-road which if you recall, I don't like very much and b) I wanted to be home in time to eat dinner with my parents while it was still hot.
Today, I have been packing my backpack. At the minute, packed with everything I'm taking - and therefore some things I'll be wearing whenever I'm carrying the thing - it weighs 8.3kg, but that's without the chocolate-and-nut flapjacks I've just made (snacks are important, y'all), any lunch or any water. Overall I may have slightly underestimated the weight I'll be carrying. I may end up having a dramatic clear-out at some point and posting a package home as it's dangerously close to being a fifth my body weight.
Tomorrow, I've been told, we are getting up early to drive to Penzance. My parents are the sort of people who feel very strongly that if you're going to drive for six hours, you should make sure you're sleep-deprived and grumpy at the beginning of it, so that you can arrive in the afternoon in no fit state to do anything or enjoy any sight-seeing wherever it is you've reached. I think the logic is that you avoid traffic this way, although I'm not sure how much traffic we'll run into driving from mid-Wales to Penzance on Easter Sunday.
Boot cost per mile: £0.68
In brief, and lumped all together:
Walk 1: I set off from Welshpool, had a nice walk, went past a very lovely church, walked beyond the point where the towpath is gravelled/surfaced and onto where it's just worn grass, and demonstrated my impeccable gastronomical taste by eating, in around three hours, a Pepperami, an apple dipped in peanut butter, a hoi sin duck wrap, a cold vegetable samosa, and an untoasted hot cross bun. I defy you to pick any two of these foods which any rational human would eat together.
Walk 2: I set off from my parents', walked for about two and a half hours, turned around and came back. A cyclist passing me saw a kingfisher, twice, and I didn't, and it was a little upsetting. He quite clearly thought I was walking too noisily and was scaring the wildlife off.
Walk 3: An afternoon walk - not my favourite, and cut short because a) I got bored of walking the same bit of towpath, which is only a canal's breadth from an A-road which if you recall, I don't like very much and b) I wanted to be home in time to eat dinner with my parents while it was still hot.
Today, I have been packing my backpack. At the minute, packed with everything I'm taking - and therefore some things I'll be wearing whenever I'm carrying the thing - it weighs 8.3kg, but that's without the chocolate-and-nut flapjacks I've just made (snacks are important, y'all), any lunch or any water. Overall I may have slightly underestimated the weight I'll be carrying. I may end up having a dramatic clear-out at some point and posting a package home as it's dangerously close to being a fifth my body weight.
Tomorrow, I've been told, we are getting up early to drive to Penzance. My parents are the sort of people who feel very strongly that if you're going to drive for six hours, you should make sure you're sleep-deprived and grumpy at the beginning of it, so that you can arrive in the afternoon in no fit state to do anything or enjoy any sight-seeing wherever it is you've reached. I think the logic is that you avoid traffic this way, although I'm not sure how much traffic we'll run into driving from mid-Wales to Penzance on Easter Sunday.
Boot cost per mile: £0.68
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