walk to Rivendell

finaly after a ridiculous amount of messing around with wrong e-mails and forgotten passwords, I am back in to my Rivendell account. And yay, have actually got to Rivendell, so my new destination is Lothlorian, nine hundred and something miles. That should get me off the bus and walking!!

which means I have walked 50 miles so far….

Yay!

If the hobbits had taken it at my pace, it would have taken them the best part of a year to get to Rivendell, so I plan some extra milage this long weekend.

because, as other 43thingers have mentioned, it’s just too broad…

Taking some good advice given elsewhere, it seems a good idea to work this goal into my normal day instead of trying to find specific time to exercise.

So, my first aim is to get the tram into work one day a week, instead of driving in – this gives me a 20 minute walk to and from the station (and gives my ‘clutch’ muscles a break).

This morning was my first attempt. Oh, the shame! The heaving chest, the flushed red face, the prickly heat all over my unwilling body as I encouraged it gently up the hill…...

Right, this is a goal whose time has definitely come!

Who would not want to be fit and look good and have all the benefits of increased health and regular exercise? And if it is all so obviousl, why can’t I just do it? At the weekend, I lined up in a row of people who at a signal all charged at a line maybe 30 feet away. I didn’t run – couldn’t do it! It takes me so long to get going, I would have been so far behind them all. I hate being so unfit, and yet I do nothing to help myself.

How can I expect to have a wonderful, active and adventurous life, when I stuff my body full of junk and force it to hunch over a computer screen/TV/book all day. This has to be my first priority. Travel, new clothes, all the various activities I am adding to my list depend on this, but I have been promising myself I will shape up for so long now, it is almost an irritation.