I completed week two last night with a four mile walk. On Sunday I did eight miles. Eight miles is the furthest I had ever done before and I felt every single step of that last mile. I think I may have even cried a little I was hurting so bad. My pace had slowed to that of a snail and I even sat on a chair in a neighbors front yard for a minute or two. (this was only part of the reason my time sucked the other was just plain slow a-- walking) But I did it and I was proud. I have a big ol blister on my toe as proof. I also completed my twenty miles for the week. What I did not accomplish yet again with week two was the walking every night challenge. I missed Friday and Saturday. Maybe next week I will be able blog that I did it.
In other news of the week. It has been crazy hot here in sunny Florida and I hate it. We have had record highs this week and that sure doesn't help my motivation to get out there and exercise. Part of the reason I hate the heat so much is that I am an Olympic Sweater. Sweat pours out of me. While I have heard for years that this is suppose to be so healthy and body cleansing, to me it is just GROSS. It also means that as soon I get back from my walks I must immediately shower. Due to this I have not done my hair or worn makeup for two weeks because why bother if I am just going to sweat it all away. My hair is constantly in a pony tail on the top of my head. Luckily, next week it cools off again. Hopefully, until April when we start our seven months of sweltering.
I wish I had more to share but it has been a really quiet week.
Until next time, may the miles be ever in your favor. (I know, corny lol)