Another New Spot

29 Apr

Still trying to figure out how best to accommodate my energy level. It seems I become fairly LOW energy after I’ve done the hill. So to honor that, I walked along a very straight path in town, a railroad grade heading out of town, and it was lovely but my knees were hurting and my pedometer fell off shortly after I started so I had no idea how far I’d walked. I am SO glad I paid the extra dollar for the clip thingy so that even if it comes off, it still dangles from the clip.

I was surprised at the different kinds of wildflowers I saw on this path – things I had thought only grew farther south, like Dogtooth Violets and Bloodroot.   Also as the path is between the lake and the highway and open to 4-wheelers, there is a LOT of garbage along the way.

I need to do the hill one more time before I fly off to Norway, but not sure when I can sandwich it in.


The Big Hill Again

28 Apr

This time I found a lightweight camp stool and put it into my widest backpack and carried it with me. It was nice to sit, but hard to get it in and out of the pack. Maybe I need to fasten straps right onto the stool, or get a new stool or some combination of the above.

Knees were fine until about half a mile from home, then they started talking to me but I ignored them and kept walking.

I only stopped three times on the steep part. Trying to walk from telephone pole to telephone pole before stopping. The stool is nice because I can position it at the top of the hill for maximum viewing pleasure. Some day I’ll take the camera up there, the view is quite nice.

Not My Normal Walk

24 Apr

Well, the plan was to climb up the big hill, but last night I was thinking about all the things that might happen at the car place (such as it might not be finished at 1 pm) and suddenly it hit me – I had two hours to use up in between dropping the car off at 8, and starting to work at 10, and the car place is a couple miles out of town. So I walked into town, it was a lovely morning, and I took the scenic route as soon as I could, to get off the highway.

Funny how much more you see when you are walking than you do when driving. It’s almost another world. I used up almost half an hour trying to find the old railroad grade, couldn’t find it and had to come back out to the highway. The next attempt farther down got me on to the railroad grade, which was much prettier, though straight as an arrow, and nobody was on it but me and the birds.

I felt a bit strange in town with my walking stick and baseball cap, but I persevered. Lovely walk but no hill.

Beautiful Monday

23 Apr

I may have to start walking in the morning instead of late afternoons. There are SO many more birds, and deer, and life out there in the morning. And NO traffic coming home from work. What a glorious day it is here and my knees hardly hurt at all. Now we shall see if I can still haul wood in this afternoon.

Didn’t do the hill today, have decided to do that every other time, so tomorrow’s the day, if my car is finished in time and I’m not sitting there for hours.

Here is my famous hill:

Yellow Flowers on a Cloudy Day

21 Apr

Either yellow is truly the color of spring, or I just got lucky today. My yellow primrose is blooming and on today’s walk I saw yellow dandelions, Marsh Mallows, and these little yellow spreading flowers that are everywhere here. They only grow a couple of inches high but they make huge colonies. Someday I will ID them, maybe even today.  Ahh here it is, they are called Barren Strawberries.  Let’s see if I can get my picture to post here:

                                                                                       Barren Strawberries

It was a nice walk, right up to the top of my hill. I stopped four times on the steep part. I want to keep track of that and see if I can get that number down. Coming back, I stopped twice the whole way back to my house. Downhill is easier on the body, lungs and heart, but not so much on the knees. They hurt a bit coming down.

Have definitely acquired what I think of as “power spots”, places that seem a bit neater than the rest. When I get done with gallivanting and singing I will take some pictures of some of them.

Another thought I had was that sitting down never felt so virtuous as when I come home from a two hour walk. And yes, I do know that sitting is not particularly good for you. But it feels sublime!

Beautiful Day But No Birds

20 Apr

Took the binoculars, but hardly used them. Heard a number of familiar birds, and one unfamiliar that no matter how I tried, I couldn’t find in the new green leaves of the poplar trees. I heard it’s single peep … peep … peep, but finally had to give up and move on.

The night after my last walk I had the worst leg cramps I’ve ever had. They didn’t wait until I was sleeping either, they hit me after I had started to relax in my soft comfy chair. First the top of the right thigh, then when that one finally stopped spazzing, I tried to get up only to be grabbed by a similar cramp in the top of the left thigh. I grabbed my water bottle and guzzled down nearly all of it in between spasms. Then I went to bed and to sleep only to be waked up again, this time the top of one thigh and behind the knee of the other. I did not like that.

So I am now taking a calcium pill right before bed and drinking lots and lots of water, but of course today I forgot to take my water bottle. When the temperature’s in the fifties, I don’t feel thirsty.

Didn’t do the hill today, trying to alternate because I don’t think I’m ready to do the hill every day. Still felt a bit low-energy today and cut the walk about 2 tenths of a mile short. At this stage in life I see no reason to push myself past my limits.

Back at it!

17 Apr

Let’s see, Friday my chiropractor told me to rest a couple of days. Sunday rain was forecast so early in the morning I brought in as much wood as I could stack on top of the woodbox to dry and covered up my woodpiles. Shortly after that it started raining, and the wind came up and howled, and I admit, I couldn’t make myself go out in it.

During the night the wind increased in intensity, rattling the windows and shaking the house, and when I woke up there were 2 inches of fluffy white stuff and miscellaneous twigs scattered over the yard.

I have a small part in a play which required attention, so again I didn’t walk, consequently today was my first walk in six days. I walked right up the big hill, sat on my rock and walked back down. It took me fifteen minutes longer than usual, maybe because I thoroughly enjoyed three nice long rests. I suppose my next goal should be to stop less, but perhaps that just comes with practice. I know I stop a lot less on the straightaway than I did when I first started walking.

There was a huge white pine that the wind took the top 30 feet right off and laid it along next to the road. Luckily the ones on my place that I can see from the house and from my walk are all fine. I suppose I should really take a walk out farther in back and look around though.