Monday, April 11, 2011
This morning in my e-mail was my packet number and instructions for picking it up the day before the race. It's getting more and more real.
Yesterday I answered the call of the trail again, the more urban or rather suburban variety this time. I went out in search of forsythia, and I found it. Apparently I'm not the only local who loves them.
Part of my route on Sunday also had a 3 mile marker, and I had to take it's picture... just because! I think I shall start collecting 3 mile markers! This particular one is along the Helen Boosalis trail. Our local trails are in fact a network of differently named trails, and each trail name has its own markers, which is part of why it is so confusing... but Saturday's were BOTH Bison trail markers. And the other significant bit is that the one from Sunday is along a part of the half Marathon route on May 1st. I've been walking bits and pieces of the route when they fit in with my other walking plans.
I was out and about for a trifle over three hours on Sunday. Not on the Half route, but on the full Marathon is Holmes Lake, and I was on the top of the dam for part of my walk. This shot shows the lake as seen from peeking over the lip of the dam, as I had hiked myself up the dam face, rather than walk up the long slope to its side... it was closer to home to do it as I did.
This morning is a work "biometric screening" and for once I'm looking forward to seeing my progress. Last year I was confident stepping onto the scale, knowing I would be in the healthy BMI range. This year, the same, and more hopeful for a better cholesterol screening, too. And maybe my white coat hypertension won't show up this morning! I hate it when that happens, because then they focus on that and it is NOT an ongoing problem... I know, I bought a meter for home and I know what my normal readings are. Sigh.
Anyway, fellow Sparklers... these little measures are what we take those small daily steps for... the measures that say we're doing what we can to support our health. We're taking care of the one body each of us is issued in life. And for all the wonderful things our bodies do for us... it's worth the effort.
Let's be good to ourselves today!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I had been missing Pioneers Park... hadn't been out there since last Fall. So yesterday I set out to walk a few trails there. I did not find blooming flowers. Here's what I found:
1. Trail markers are just as confusing as elsewhere in town. I found two marked exactly the same, in two different places:
2. The nature center is attracting folks, but there is enough space for individual privacy.
3. The prairie grass shows the wide expanse of the place, and if you look in the right places, you can find the water buffalo.
4. I'm not a good photographer... the blob in the middle is actually a Western meadowlark, our state bird. It has a distinctive song. Missing the sound track here really doesn't do the walk justice. I heard the cooing of doves, the meadowlarks, the breeze in the tall grass. You also can't feel the heat of the sunshine.
Edited to add a link to the Western Meadowlark's song... Watermellen added a link, but it's to the Eastern Meadowlark's song. They are similar, but not the same. www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvAUgFb1cLY
5. Of course, some prefer the more civilized activity of a round of golf. There is a course in the park.
6. And an important factoid: fifty years since Brownie Day Camp, the lay of the park looks much the same... the path leads to memories!
Wishing you all pretty places to enjoy moving your body.
Saturday, April 09, 2011
Friday I followed through on my planned walking as transportation day. A grandma kind of day. I tsk'd myself for a wimp when I whined a bit to myself about the misty morning, and then set out at a brisk pace to walk 3 miles to a timing point to catch the bus the rest of the way to work. I was quite damp by the time I got to the shelter at that stop, but it felt good. I stretched before boarding, having a few minutes before the bus caught up.
After work, I meandered the six plus miles home, faster than Monday, as I chose to listen to music instead of reading. As I am fond of doing, I varied the route and in one spot ended up with a little back tracking as I forgot how the streets dead-ended just there. But it gave me a change to pay attention to how much the flowers have progressed in those few short days since Monday's walk! My goodness! Spring really is springing, it's not just the nose dripping... it's the flowers and trees and everything that causes the pollen that leads to the nose dripping. Is it any wonder I have this love-hate relationship with the season? It is beautiful, and I dearly love the lit-from-within look of forsythia on a cloudy day.
This morning, I am thinking about taking a camera walk in one of the public parks. Since I put in long mileage yesterday, it will be a more gentle walk today, but I want to see what the plants are doing. Armed with my trusty Zyrtek and my pockets full of tissues... today I shall see what is being offered up!
Friday, April 08, 2011
I see I haven't blogged since Tuesday. There's a reason for that and it is in this case seasonal. I've been slogging through the work week like walking at the bottom of a swimming pool. I take antihistamines to battle the symptoms of seasonal allergies / sensitivity to weather fronts coming through, etc. But who wants to read that? So... not being able to say somethin' nice, I took Thumper's father's advice and said nothin' at all. But, here I've gone and said it, after the fact, when I'm not feeling quite so full of self-pity!
My adjustments to allow for this kind of week were to make sure I was getting enough sleep and cut myself a break on exercise... be particularly gentle about it. Not that I gave it up entirely, but I didn't press it, either.
This morning I'll make this short, as it is my intention to go play the bus catching game so I'll have the option to walk home. It's supposed to be a nice day. It rained yesterday so that should help the "seasonal" situation for me!
Spark on, my friends!
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
That's how I think of yesterday's walk home. Sending Toddler Barbie outside into the Spring sunshine. Remember when your mom tossed you out of the house if you were a little mopey? "Go outside and play!"
I walked slow and read David Baldacci's "The Collectors". Reading while walking is an acquired skill, one I have practiced off & on since second grade when I got my first library card.
It involves peripheral vision, multi-tasking, and it does slow one's pace, in my case considerably, because my normal walk is what they sometimes call "fierce"... purposeful, my son calls it "late to class". But when I read while walking, I have to tread softly, so if I mis-step I don't tumble to the ground. My knees still bear a scar or two from learning this lesson in childhood.
In any case, it was a pleasant experience. I picked my route to use at least part of the upcoming half marathon route... and as I wandered along a broad avenue of mansions, my reading was also of rich folk and how they lived, and it gave wings to the imagination that drew pictures of the story unfolding.
I truly do love reading, and I love walking... granted, walking at this pace is not nearly the intense cardio workout of "I only have X minutes". No, it is more of a journey through town and through memories. And being outdoors amid homes is peaceful. Seeing the birds, the squirrels, the crocus and violets in bloom, the daffodil leaves poking up calms whatever troubles one is carrying. In one yard I observed some early plantings of tulips and hyacinth that were definitely NOT naturally blooming. They had to have been forced indoors and transplanted outside just this weekend... they weren't there the last time I walked this way.
Now... to walk to catch a bus back to work this morning... as I left my vehicle at work overnight to have this lovely walk to report! Have a great Tuesday, all.
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