The last time I walked the Camino, I cried on my first day. That’s how hard it was. The first day especially.
The 10th day was the hardest. On the 10th day, I hit the wall from not getting enough protein. I had to rest on the 10th day. I literally couldn’t move.
I have to walk 25 kilometers on that first day. Break that down into America’s language, that’s 15 miles. One mile is 4 times around a track. 4 times 15 is 60.
It’s like walking 60 times around a standard track. Yesterday I walked 12 times around so, 3 miles. And my feet started to ache and my left knee cramped up. On a technologically advance cushioned track with no ups or downs.
I did wear my ankle weights. Only a pound and a half on each foot.
The thing about walking the track is the boredom. I forgot how boring walking can be. And since I already walked the Camino once already – I’ve seen all that stuff, it’s nothing new. Which only compounds to the boredom I’ll have to face. I’ll be in pain and I’ll be bored. At the end of the day I can look forward to a bland simple dinner, not enough to satiate my hunger and on top of that, I’ll be bunking with 300 strangers in a dank gothic style church. On that first day, there’s no shopping plaza’s or restaurants around for miles.
I have to pack more food. Extra food for dinner and a little something for the following mornings breakfast – stuff I wish I knew the first time I walked.
15 miles equates to walking from my house to the middle of New Haven, possibly a little further than its middle. It’ll take me at least 8 hours. It would take me 6 hours without breaks and if the path was completely flat.
I can’t believe I’m walking this shit again just to lose weight. I hated it the first time. I loathed it.
I’ve been keeping up with walking every single day. My stomach looks like it’s slimming down, but I still weigh the same. And my slim stomach may just be an optical illusion. My pants don’t feel any looser.
Today I will attempt to hike up my big little mountain with my ankle weights on. It’s going to be torture.