We all know this has been a struggle with the brutal winter that never wanted to end. At the end of March, we were only at 17% of our mileage instead of 25%. April was a better month, but we were at 26% instead of 33%.
That means that if we were going to meet the 50% mark by the end of June, we were going to have to cover 24% of our miles, or 240 miles, in a two month-time frame. That's a lot of miles--definitely more miles than we covered in any two-month time span last year.
Since I'm not teaching this summer, we've had lots of time for walking. We've been pretty consistent with getting in a morning walk and an evening walk, and sometimes a walk in between, each day--especially since the temperatures haven't spent much time out of the 70s.
Unfortunately, since our trip to Niagara Falls last week, we've had thunderstorms in the forecast and rain showers off and on almost every day. With the exception of a brief evening stroll at the State Park one evening, we've been confined to our neighborhood.
|That tiny spot in the middle is a boat that was on it's way back into the marina.|
|We had to stop and salute the Jolly Roger before going back home and turning on the Pirates game.|
Our neighborhood walks aren't very exciting, but it is easy to piece together longer walks without straying too far from the apartment in case it starts pouring. Another plus to neighborhood walks is that we don't have to drive anywhere, so I get plenty of extra time for snuggles with sweet Soth.
So far, in the first 13 days of June, we've walked 58.48 miles. So where does that put us percentage wise?
We are so close. Only 80 miles away from being at 50% of our goal. If we walk 4.7 miles a day for the remaining 17 days of the month, we'll be back on track for meeting our goal. I think the temperatures are eventually supposed to work their way into the 80s this week and I don't want to overwork my pup, either, so I'm not sure we can actually accomplish that, but won't it be fun if we do?
|"Me get worn out? Never."|
|Clearly, wearing her out is possible.|
Side note: Yesterday, I mentioned the bizarre treat-and-run encounter we had while on our evening walk Wednesday. It happened again this morning! Same guy, same truck, same large milk bones! Except this time he actually said, "You like those treats, don't you?" Surely, this is just a friendly guy in the neighborhood who likes dogs, but I put the treat in my pocket and then threw it out as soon as we got home. How many of these treats am I going to have dispose of? Why do I always attract the weirdos?