Walking...
Jul. 24th, 2002 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishMary asked if I wanted to go for a walk during lunch yesterday. Since this is something I've been meaning to start doing again, I agreed. We thought we would walk down the street from the office to the gas station and back - she thought it was about ½ mile each way. We were pretty hot by the time we got back - this is a sure cure for being cold from office air conditioning. It felt good to stretch my legs. I told her I was probably going to feel this later.
Well, I do. According to my odometer, it's actually 9/10 of a mile to the gas station. While my Dr. Marten sandals are usually quite comfy, they really aren't meant for serious walking, and after I got back I discovered a blister on my heel and two on the toes of my opposite foot. My legs are a little bit sore, but that's probably a good thing. I'll bring in a pair of sneakers tomorrow.
We plan to start doing this regularly. The only thing is lunchtime is the only time I get to socialize with some of my co-workers and I miss out on all the dumb jokes.
And thanks to co-workers who share their largess - in the break room today was a grocery bag full of homegrown tomatoes, and a cooler full of albacore loins, labelled "Help Yourself!" D. went fishing again.
Well, I do. According to my odometer, it's actually 9/10 of a mile to the gas station. While my Dr. Marten sandals are usually quite comfy, they really aren't meant for serious walking, and after I got back I discovered a blister on my heel and two on the toes of my opposite foot. My legs are a little bit sore, but that's probably a good thing. I'll bring in a pair of sneakers tomorrow.
We plan to start doing this regularly. The only thing is lunchtime is the only time I get to socialize with some of my co-workers and I miss out on all the dumb jokes.
And thanks to co-workers who share their largess - in the break room today was a grocery bag full of homegrown tomatoes, and a cooler full of albacore loins, labelled "Help Yourself!" D. went fishing again.
