Friday, I did 'Body Sculpting' for cross training. I'm starting to see a difference in my arms. I am NOT, however, seeing a difference in my resentment level towards a certain 'back up exerciser,' who seems to feel compelled to do these exaggerated, pursed lips, exhales every time the camera pans on her.
Saturday we had a 14 mile walk. I was inspired to take a picture at each mile marker. Turns out, there's frequently not anything particularly inspiring just because you are at a mile marker. That said, I'm already in for the proverbial pound, so let's take a look, shall we?
Here we are at mile marker one. My plan for this walk was to break it into 2 parts: a 6 mile walk with the new shoes, followed by an 8 mile walk with the old shoes. For the 6 mile walk, I thought I'd go to the farmer's market. The farmer's market is in Lowertown, which is about a mile and a half from my house. Unless, of course, you go 'the long way. . .' This is a pic of the 'Uppertown' sign at the base of the high bridge.
Mile 2: Taking a left towards St. Clair extends the walk, as you might imagine. I had hit Mile 2 when I passed the Holy Mackerel Tattoo and Piercing Parlor.
Mile 3 - I believe the Landmark Center was the first Federal Courthouse in the territory. There used to be a museum inside the Landmark Center documenting Nazi prisoners of war held here in the Midwest. Closed for lack of funding.
Mile 4 - I looped through the farmer's market, bought $6.00 of Swiss Chard and a Cheddar Brat, and headed back. This is a picture of Rice Park. (or is this Mears, and the other Rice? I get them mixed up!)
Mile 5 - This is from the base of the Wabasha bridge looking back at down town. By this point, my shoes had been filing objections for at least a mile. I debated taking them off for the climb up the Ohio Street hill. I decided against it, because I figured barefoot I could injure so many MORE spaces on my feet. I got home before mile 6 was complete.
Mad and I went to Run - N - Fun to get her a second pair of walking shoes. Then I went to the hardware store looking for assistance in FINALLY staining my kitchen cupboards. I started taking paint off those cupboards in the summer of 2006. It took me well over a year on and off to get through the at least 7 layers of paint put on those cupboards over the past 100 years. I spent the next 18 months NOT finishing the job, for fear of ruining it. I finally accepted that I could 1. stain it; and 2. paint over it if it sucked. I bought supplies, returned home, then headed back out for my 8 mile walk.
Mad and I went to Run - N - Fun to get her a second pair of walking shoes. Then I went to the hardware store looking for assistance in FINALLY staining my kitchen cupboards. I started taking paint off those cupboards in the summer of 2006. It took me well over a year on and off to get through the at least 7 layers of paint put on those cupboards over the past 100 years. I spent the next 18 months NOT finishing the job, for fear of ruining it. I finally accepted that I could 1. stain it; and 2. paint over it if it sucked. I bought supplies, returned home, then headed back out for my 8 mile walk.
Mile 6 It wasn't far from the house that mile 6 was completed. This is walking up to the top of the high bridge for the second time that day.
Mile 7 - Approaching United Hospital.
Mile 8 - I took a left before United and walked up the Ramsey Hill. This is just a view of Summit Avenue.
Mile 9 - By this point, I had a spring in my step. My destination was mile ten. I was so close I could taste it!
I was on a quest for my own personal brand new 'drug of choice,' Red Hawk Cheese from Cowgirl Creamery. Some of you may have been reading this blog back in April, when I first discovered the joy of Red Hawk. I was in San Fransisco at the time. (Small wonder. How many people got addicted in San Fran over the years?) I have been chasing that taste ever since.
They say admitting you have a problem is the first step in finding a solution. In which case, let me just say that I am not actually addicted to Red Hawk Cheese. I can quit any time I want. I just don't want to right now. OR EVER!! This cheese is so good I dream about it.
Mile 10 - Behold. The St. Paul Cheese Shop. It's on the corner of Snelling and Grand. The service is great. The accoutrements are fab-o. I got some grapefruit marmalade (I KNOW!) to go with a sheep cheese called Ros, some crackers, and half a round of Red Hawk. Now it was just a matter of walking the 4 miles home and then - cheese heaven.
Mile 11 - I liked these little flowers lining the sidewalk at the paint your own pottery place.
Mile 12 - Dixies is apparently 2 miles from my house!
Mile 13 - again, by United Hospital. I took a shortcut back to the high bridge.
Mile 14 - Mr. J called as I was trudging up the high bridge. Let the record reflect that in this walk I went up the high bridge, up the Ramsey Hill, up the Ohio Street hill, and I wasn't even winded. I credit the tall box climb! But I digress. Mr. J called, wondering how I was doing. My Garmin told me I was at 13.85. I knew I'd hit 14 before I hit home. Since I had him on the phone, I asked if he'd come meet me. I'd get off the high bridge and keep walking to 14, but that was it. (I actually walked to 14.1 before Mr. J arrived. Bless him. Even though it was 'only' another 1/2 mile.)
Ten miles for the Sunday walk. Mad and I have a plan that involves shopping. . .
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