Zombie.
Today it’s raining and dreary out. Yesterday it didn’t rain until the evening but it was overcast. I think I may have gotten a bit of a tan since I spent almost three hours outside with the dogs. It was my first Saturday off since last April and I spent it much the way I wanted to—half in bed, the other half on an intense 8 mile walk with the dogs. EIGHT FRIGGIN’ MILES.
I still haven’t vacuumed out my car since the Easter morning incident when I decided to be stupid and see the vampire and got roundly punished for doing so by having the back window knocked out of my car. The glass is gone but the shards are still there which means the dogs can’t ride in the car. A great excuse for making me walk to the trail yesterday! It’s about .6 miles there and that’s my warm up and cool down period. I walked from Harrison to the park a mile past Johnson—a distance of 3 miles. The worst part was I brought a bottle of water for myself, naturally assuming since it’s a public park they would provide a water fountain. There’s a fountain, just no water. Knowing the threat of giardia and having no desire to deal with that, I wouldn’t let the dogs drink from puddles or even the pond/lake in the park where people fish. I didn’t hazard a trip to the bathrooms remembering how awful they were two years ago and believe you me, they would only be worse now. So I sacrificed my water for the dogs, Israel really needed it, Judah despises water bottles and wouldn’t take any water and I poured some down Simona’s throat only to have her cough and hack.
I got a dirty look from Israel halfway there—all of the dogs love walking but this was pretty intense. I was keeping a pace of about 3.5 miles an hour. It was warm out. No sun except for a brief appearance for a few moments, but it was still in the 70’s. Next time one of them is getting a backpack put on them holding water. Indiana is so assbackwards sometimes it’s painful. There’ll be sidewalks for about five blocks, then none for a couple miles. They abruptly end before the actual block ends. There are few streetlights. IT’S UNCIVILIZED. I have to walk in the road against my will, with three dogs, while assholes fly past and give me dirty looks. Is it MY fault that our taxes go to waste?
So I completed the walk and discovered that I was covered in dirt. From the wind. From walking so fast. My face was covered in a fine layer of grit. Ew. We got home and somehow Israel still had enough energy to slam his face into mine when I took his harness off that was made worse with my nose ring, which he jammed into the other side of my nose. Thanks for the free piercing, Is.
But then we all passed out. I fell into bed, I picked Judah up (she has bad joints and I’m paranoid even though she acts totally normal) and all of the dogs passed out around me. I drifted in and out of sleep recovering from the intense walk we’d just had. It was made worse by the lack of water. Stupid.
Today I’m taking it easy for the first time in six weeks. I can’t believe that I’ve been doing this for six weeks. It feels like forever and it seems like I haven’t made even the smallest dent…so discouraging.
However, I just took a shower and feel human again. Washed away the sweat and dirt and lethargy. The hot water was a welcome balm. Sometimes there isn’t anything quite as therapeutic as a nice hot shower….and I live by myself, so there’s no one banging on the door needing to use the toilet or to bother me in general. And much to my surprise as I stripped my clothes off and caught my reflection I gasped. Was that me? I’m still fat—but my GOD! I’m getting smaller! Noticeably smaller rolls, not so much jiggle (but still plenty to go around)….wow. Okay. Maybe this IS all worth it.
Now I have to do some grocery shopping wherein I will attempt to buy enough only for a week so I won’t waste any food, keeping it healthy, and I will also remember to buy some bodywash. It’s hard doing all of this on my own. Oh man…I have to check my bank balance…
I hate not having money.
