Day 42 - The "Walk"

Yesterday I wanted to go somewhere new, so we went down to Millbrea and walked along the Bay shore all the way up to Coyote Point.  The scenery was majestic, and I started to worry about how could NC possible beat this scenery?  The bay was at high tide and the waves were breaking against the walkway, and it was just so picture perfect that I had thought for a minute that this was a little slice of Heaven.

But not for long.  The wind was whipping at my back and the walk out was fairly uneventful.  About three quarters of the way out my knee started to act up, and I was thinking "is this it - is this going to be another injury or will the pain go away.  I live everyday in fear of my knee being like it was a couple of years ago and me not being able to walk.  But the pain let up.  So we made it to Coyote Point and I felt like my bladder was going to burst.  I had to go about half an hour into the walk.  I went right before we left, but when you have to go every hour on the hour a 3 hour walk you know you will have to go at least once.  I kept saying if we make it to Coyote Point it is a public park they will have bathrooms.  Me going in a public bathroom happens once in a blue moon, but it was a blue moon, and as TH says when you have to go you have to go.  They actually had two public bathrooms. and they were open!!!  So my bladder was released and I was ready for the upward battle home.

The wind buffeted me around and I watched as the skinny runner ran by us.  She must have been all of a 100 pounds and it was like the wind wasn't affecting her at all.  I was feeling a little envious, but I kept my mouth shut and tried not to make to many derogative comments about skinny runners...

When we got to our favorite restaurant TH asked if I wanted to stay there and he would get the car.  Imagine that,  I am the one training and he is the one willing to get the car and bring it back.  It should have been the other way around.  But I kept putting one foot in front of the other fighting the wind and winning one step at a time.  By the time we got to the car I was once more crawling.  I hurt from the soles of my feet to the tip of my nose.

I hurt so bad I didn't think I could drive to WC so I begged the man next to me who had politely stayed with me but had so wanted to forge on ahead faster then I wanted to go.  He agreed, but I had to do a lot of whining and begging and then I pulled out the big guns - I was so tired I might fall asleep and have a car wreck.  HE loves his cars so he reluctantly agreed.