Listening to: "When You're Evil" by Voltaire
Reading: Third book in Pretty Little Liars
Eating: Muscle soup
In one day, my new motto went down the drain, and I'll only follow it if I'm really, really desperate. That motto being: If you can walk to the city you are going to before your bus even arrives at the stop, walk.
Pretty great, right? I save money on bus fare and it's exercise. Green and eco friendly all around.
There's one bus that only comes around every hour, and I had just missed it. I figure that if I can walk up to a distance anyway, I may as well just walk home. Due to an incident last time with the bus, I figure that it'll all be good. What happened last time, you may be wondering?
Basically, I sat at a bus stop for two hours with no sign of life, then I walk for a half hour and wait for the bus at a familiar stop for about ten more minutes (keep in mind that I hadn't seen any buses all throughout the walk) with no bus still. I call my mom for a ride, she tells me to go to a corner of intersecting roads, I walk and while I'm talking on the phone, the bus comes and I have no hope of catching it from the corner I stood. I stamp my feet and cursed, and I waited for my mom. On the way home, I see the super easy to remember route and say "God damn it, I could have just walked the rest of the way home."
So ever since then, I've been wanting to at least try to walk all the way home from that point once.
Back to the present, I had just missed the bus home, so I decided to walk home and see if I make it there before the bus does because this particular bus likes winding through the college and loves to circle around every block. Also keep in mind that while I'm not overweight in the slightest, I hardly exercise, so I'm not fit either. That means that it was still a hard walk for a non-athletic person not used to using these particular leg muscles.
I walked 5.1 miles in one hour and forty-one minutes. Then, when I got home, I realized that me and my little brother were locked out of the house because he didn't carry a key, and I lost mine a long time ago. My other brother was at his job, and mom was about a hundred miles away on her way home from a convention. All of the windows are locked, and I can't seem to pop them out. The only other accessible window was the upstairs bathroom window that is impossible to lock. I climb up the pipes on the side of the house, open the window and realize that the window is too small, even for me, a rather not-tall person, to get in.
Climbing down was harder than climbing up. Me and my brother waited on his dad to pick us up. He took us to his place, had dinner there, and waited until Mom came back.
And, by the way, I would have gotten home a half hour sooner, and a lot less sore if I had just taken the bus. I probably also would have made it home in time to catch my brother before he locked all of the doors.
After a long soak in the tub, I can already feel the soreness. It's going to be a b**** tomorrow. I just know it. And I have to do more walking tomorrow!
Even so, if I had a bike, I don't think it would have been that bad of a journey, but as for walking . . . until, or unless, I get used to it, no. Not five miles. Never five miles again.
I remember jogging for the single mile for high school, and yes, while it's a bit of a distance, I never really realized how long a mile really is until it's laid out in a line instead of a circle track. Five miles was daunting.