High as a kite, not a pill in sight

Mon, Feb 06 '12 at 11:57am (last updated Fri, Sep 28 '12 at 9:30am); filed under fitness and happy. Comments: 2

I went for a walk this morning. That in itself is not notable, now that I’m one of those infuriating people who do exercise and enjoy it. The main difference in today’s walk was that I had a route pre-planned and a time that I wanted to do it in. The route is, essentially, leaving my house, walking into town, walk round the ring road twice and come back home. It’s conveniently 3 miles, and it gives me an opportunity to walk on a well-trodden path in relative safety, and the pavements are pretty good – compared to the horrors of Oxford Road, which is like a lunar surface covered in puke some days.

So, three miles. On my own. With music on. And that’s the crucial part – I had music with me. I’ve been thinking about the bubble I mentioned last night, and I’ve come to the conclusion that listening to music and paying attention to pedestrians/traffic is eminently doable. I gave it a shot this morning. I was hoping for an 18 minute mile, so a 54 minute round trip in total, and aiming for a 17 minute mile, which would mean I would’ve needed to be home in 51 minutes. As it turns out, I didn’t do a 17 or 18 minute mile – I managed a sub-16 minute mile average and got back home in under 48 minutes.

I’m hot, sweaty and stinky. People were in my way. Traffic was in my way. I looked at runners on the way round and I finally understand why they run.

On the way round town I saw smokers, people scoffing junk food, and dudes drinking cans of lager on the street at 11am. Outta my way, losers.

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