I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man
Who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door--The Proclaimers
Most of the road I walk along looks like this... sidewalk, a few feet of grass, and then very thick woody areas. There are tons of wild flowers. Unfortunately, the trees are far enough back from the road that I don't get lots of shade. And I just discovered yesterday that the reason I'm getting lobstercated every weekend is that my sunblock lasts 80 minutes. Less if I'm sweaty. Ahem. That's not nearly long enough, and I can't carry it with me, the canister is too big to go in my pack. So I need to start making other sunblock arrangements before I save the world from breast cancer just to die from skin cancer. Also, my back looks quite weird from all the different tan lines I have.
This gentleman's name is Reggie. We passed each other twice (I was going one way around the park and he was going the other way) and had a bit of conversation the second time we passed each other. He also took down my url for the 3-Day and said he was going to hit the page for a donation, at which point I said I'd give him a mention on my blog, so here he is. And if you're reading this, Reggie, it really was a pleasure talking with you! See you next weekend, maybe!
This caboose is part of the display at City Park. I'm not sure why, the signage for it is on the other side, and I didn't feel like walking all the way around the fence, which spreads over almost the entire south side of the park. Thanks Reggie for taking this picture of me in my walking gear. Even if my tongue is sticking out. I can't figure out what I was doing that my tongue is sticking out...
You are here!
I've never actually seen a Scottish Thistle before, although I understand Sean Connery has one tattooed on his ass, I've never seen that either.
And these are my favorite sorts of flowers. There's a bunch of them growing about a mile away from my house.
(For those of you checking in for Healthy You, I'm up a pound. Getting really sick of this whole weight loss - or lack thereof - thing. Also getting a lot of "well, you're in range for your weight goal, you could just stop here..." which alternates between pissing me off and making me want to cry. I should quit? Here? "You're a size 4, what more do you want?" I want to feel good about myself. Damnit. Sorry... anyway, I'm going to give it six weeks and if I end up maintaining between 135 and 139, I'm going to be "done" and call it "good enough." and if I'm still losing, albiet slowly, I'll try and push further. But really, that's a whole nother entry.)
6 comments:
Thanks for sharing the pictures! It's very pretty where you are...
When is the walk you are training for? You have beautiful path ways to walk through.
When you get close to goal, the loss really slows down because your metabolism has adjusted to your new weight. Need to shake things up a bit, maybe.
And Scottish thistles are LOVELY! We lived there for 3 years many years ago and I always loved seeing those. Never saw the one on Sean Connery's ass, though, darn it. ;-)
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I have that song on my playlist! :)
Thank you so much for taking us on your walk with you. I might have to borrow this idea for a future post!
I'm finally figuring out that the 'feeling good about myself' thing happens from the inside out. It's a slow process, but a worthwhile effort. I wish you luck in finding peace with yourself.
wow nice pics! :)
that song gets randomly stuck in my head all of the time!
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