This afternoon, Erma and I showed our feet who are boss. We stepped up (ha ha, get it?!?) our training from, well, nothing to two miles.
I coaxed her into a walk from our house to the convenience store, with the promise of ice cream at the turnaround point. (There’s no ice cream like gas station ice cream, am I right?)
I hadn’t quite worked out in my head that the convenience store was not so convenient. Fortunately, we were taking our time, thanks in great part to the fascinating critters along the roadside known as ants. We paused at every ant hill to do a complete housing inspection and also to help wayward ants find their ways home.
Another thing I did not consider when I plunged into a two-mile jaunt is that the convenience store road at rush hour is brimming with speedy, somewhat reckless vehicles.
Not my best idea, I can admit that now that I am home and we are all safe and alive and stuff.
Finally, and possibly the least thought-out part of my plan, is that I have blistered my feet with the unaccustomed behavior of using them over and over again without stop. I am wimpy, I know it, but my feet hurt. Ow ow ow ow ow.
I wonder if you can ride a Segway through the marathon? I mean, if my feet don’t heal up by Thursday evening. Otherwise, do you think the children might consider parading me down the road on a chair, bar-mitzvah style?
All in all, the marathon training is coming along nicely.