To paraphrase Withnail & I, today I went on a walk by "mistake". No, I didn't I find myself half way down the road in my pyjamas or anything like that; there was a process of putting the trainers on, clicking the lead on the dog's collar, etc. etc., but it was supposed to be a short walk, just something to keep the Moon Jogger miles ticking over.
Moon Joggers, for those not in the know is a project to collectively walk to the moon: teams or individuals pledge to walk 1000 miles in a year. Truth be told, it makes me feel like a Proclaimer. Anyway, despite being someone who walks regularly (due to being too inept and uncoordinated to drive), I've not really been getting the miles in. This week I've been trying to make amends through a conscious effort to do a little bit extra. Little bit extra is the key phrase here because I had boxercise tonight and big walking plans for tomorrow ...
I just wish someone had told the dog that.
Now Bertie's a Porkie (that's a Poodle-Yorkie cross rather than a comment on his weight). He's pretty much equal parts solid muscle and tail wags, with bags of stamina because he's a terrier. He loves walking. Loves it! Except in the rain, and who can blame him? Blue skies today though, and little Bert was making the most of it.
By virtue of refusing to budge when it came to walking certain paths, he picked out an incredibly long route, a quick walk turned into 3.70 miles. I wouldn't have minded if I hadn't been in a rush for boxing later! We marched along in double-time on the way back, which was no problem for the dog - like I said equal parts muscle and wag, but for me... ooooh. Luckily there was just enough time to grab a quick apple before heading off to punch things.
More walking tomorrow; I'm taking myself off to the cinema, it's six miles there and back, three of those up a long, steady hill. Shame the dog can't come, but I don't think he'd want to sit through Lincoln.