Every so often, I forget that I am not 16, that I am not in the shape that I was when I was 16, and that maybe, just maybe, my plans are a little overdoing it.
Today was one of those days.
I’d heard of a place to play in the river nearby. Catch: It’s about 2 miles of walking to get to it. Note: it’s another two miles to get back to the car.
I strapped Pierce on my back, handed out 7 water bottles, and we headed out. We had a blast. We walked, walked, walked, splashed, waded, (or, if you’re as tall as Charlotte, swam) and walked, walked, walked.
For three hours.
By the time we were walking back, Charlotte was very done walking and she was on my shoulders, Pierce was tied on my back, and Brady’s leash drug behind her because even she was too tired to attempt to explore. The kids were all declaring Pierce to be the only dry child until they saw him when he came off my back. Anybody want to say “Ewwwwww”? He was more drenched than the ones who’d been playing in the river.
I’d started walking/running this week, in the evenings. I’d love to be in the shape I was when I was sixteen. But for now, well, I was already sore.
Tonight’s walk/run: Cancelled.
P.s. It’s 104 degrees outside. For the record.