Can you hear me panting? I just finished a power walk with a robot of a walking woman. Whatever calories that I just burned are lost as I look for a chocolate bar right now.
Every once in a while, I will go walk the track with a friend. Since I have three hours free in the morning before Jillian gets off the bus, I have been scheduling these friendly walks with various buddies around town. It is interesting to think about how varied these walks can be. Here are my three type of walking buddies:
The LOUD talker - bad thing when she gossips about PTA moms on a busy track
Speedy Gonzalez - woman goes right to 60 mph and doesn't slow down
The bench hunter - we might as well go to Dunkin Donuts (always an option with me) considering how many times we stop our walk.
Boy, are my feet sore. I bet she is going to bike cross county now. Her stamina is admirable. I try to look like I'm handling her pace with a smile as we walk lap gazillion. Apparently, I have a competitive side when it comes to walking. I want to match her lap by lap. My hamstrings are begging for 5 laps. I wish this kind friend of mine would not be so fond of 20 laps.