My walking is continuing apace. This weekend I walked myself into 300+ miles territory. In theory, that means I get to choose some kind of reward purchased from someplace 300 miles away from Portland. That puts me somewhere in northern California to the south and in British Columbia to the north. The problem is that I am not much of a shopper. I have no desire to locate a store 300 miles from Portland to buy some thing that will just clutter up my house. That is also the reason that I still haven’t gotten myself my 200 mile reward.
However, I have a plan. David and I are heading to Boise, ID for a wedding in mid-August. That is 343 miles (as the crow flies, its closer to 429 miles by car) from Portland. So my new mini-goal is to hit 343 before we leave Boise. That means I get to wander the local shops and purchase my 300 mile reward there. And, if I find something a little extra nice, I can always wrap my 200 mile reward into that purchase.
I took my longest walk to-date this weekend when I walked to the Eastbank Esplanade, crossed the river on the Steele Bridge, back to the Hawthorne Bridge through Waterfront Park and then home. That came to just a hair under 7 miles. Seven miles is not that extraordinary, since I did a couple of 10 mile days in Lake Placid (although they were split into two 5 mile walks). However, it is worth noting that I did it the day after a fall that did quite a number on my back. Unfortunately, that turned out to be the last walk that my back was ok with. I walked 4 and a quarter miles both yesterday and today, but my back ached through both of them. I did make a chiropractor’s appointment for this afternoon because that has shortened my recovery time from a couple of weeks to a couple of days in the past.
And while walking is important and all, it’s not as important to me as that fact that I am heading to my niecelettes and Camp Eva on Thursday. Although we have all been trying to discourage my niecelettes from using me as a jungle gym (although to be fair my brother and David both tend to enforce that more than I do), I think this time I am going to have to really mean it. Even assuming that I can get my back where it should be by Thursday, it will still be pretty fragile. Especially once you throw a couple of flights cross country into the mix.
So here’s hoping today’s appointment gets me back in ship shape and I manage not to re-injure myself any time in the near future.