Week Three done, with minimal interference from the icy weather. Waking up on Friday morning, I wondered if there might be some speed-skating, but in the event it was fine. The morning is definitely the time to do these sessions - far fewer people around, and far less traffic as well. The urban fox I saw on my way in took four attempts to cross the main road, but I was a bit luckier. Even at 5'5", height has its advantages.
The session itself was a two-miler this time. I'm still getting used to keeping the pace up - it's not difficult effortwise, but it requires concentration to keep walking out of your natural rhythm. It's fun, though, to be doing something new - feels a bit like running did when I first started, years and years ago. Fear of injury means I'm not running at all at the moment - a longstanding ITB problem means the risk is pretty significant, and the last thing I want to do is scupper my Parish attempt by arsing about - and so far, surprisingly, I'm not really missing it. Having something else to obsess over is obviously good for me.
The other two walks were three miles and eight, the latter done in the Peak District on Sunday morning. A later start than usual allowed for some of the ice to clear from the roads but there was still a fair bit about, so progress was fairly slow. Except at one point, when progress from my feet to my backside was very rapid indeed. Good job I bounce well.
This week is the first of three in which I've got too much on to fit in a long walk at the weekend, so I'll be doing them during the week instead. Working nine to five means this has to be either early in the morning or late in the evening: I've gone for the former. It'll make for a pretty early start, but it suits me better than having nine miles to do after work. I'm looking forward to this one. 😁
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