Current set of worries about my upcoming Camino Frances:
- I haven’t trained nearly enough. By now I was supposed to be walking 5 miles a day during the week and 10-ish miles one day of the weekend. Currently at 5 mile walks 3-4 times a week. Also: no hills in Florida, so I’m afraid I’m ill-prepared.
- My Salomon Speedcross 3s may not be working for me. I expected some adjustment period, because they have a lot more support than I’m used to, but the balls of my feet aren’t cushioned enough and I’m getting hotspots after 4 miles. Decision making time – take them back to REI and try something else, or get some insoles?
- I’m a fast walker, generally. Since I’m going to be with my dad, I’m concerned that our paces will not match up in an ideal way. Figuring out the best way to handle that – decide on an albergue ahead of time and both of us end up there, in our own time? Or slow my pace down because this is a once in a lifetime I get to experience with him? Note: this could be a completely wrong assumption and he could leave me in the dust. 🙂
- Feeling a little guilt about leaving my girls for so long, especially since it will be Kate’s first month of her senior year. They’re both excited like crazy for me, but you know, momguilt. It’s a thing.
- I have approximately 1,345,323 books about Camino, but something is keeping me from being exact about planning. (This is probably a good thing, come to think of it.)
- Health stuff. So many doctor’s appointments between now and September. Gotta make sure I don’t keel over while I’m in Spain. Just general anxiety about the ticker.
I’m still (of course) stupid excited about going, and I’m praying that my mind will settle once we start walking. That’s my hope, at least. Clear skies, clear mind. ❤
I’m a big picture person. Always have been. Considering my so far 6 year stint as a trivia host, it’s a little funny. Details don’t really stick in my head. I remember feelings, and faces, and gists of things. In some ways, this serves me very well. I have the ability to forgive easily, because truthfully I just don’t recall the wrongs done to me. (Don’t worry, my mom reminds me, she remembers EVERYTHING.) So basically, if my overall impression of someone is positive, then that’s what sticks with me. In the long run, this helps me to remain generally happy. Here’s the thing, though. By not remembering less-than-savory actions/intentions of others, I romanticize. I get stuck – and I am completely aware of it when I do it. (You’ve seen the god-awful posts.) There are those few people who, if I really thought about it, I would realize that they didn’t have my interests in mind, but that damn overall impression is so good that I forgive it — well, not necessarily forgive it, but I just don’t think of their shortcomings at all. Only that delightful, fluffy, warm fuzzy kind of feeling they gave me. The older I get, the more I realize how damaging it is, and I have to force myself to come out of the old and fully come into the new. Someone who cares about you doesn’t hurt you on purpose. End of story. And a relationship like that doesn’t deserve fond memories, or a place in my brain.
So this is where I’ve been. Stuck remembering things as good when, in fact, they were just built on lies and pretend lives and some weird need to be paid attention to. I’ve written about it before but I’m sick of thinking about it. I need some Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind kind of shit, lol. If I’m being honest, that’s what I’m really looking for in my September Camino – the ability to see things as they really are and MOVE ON. My brain surprises and disappoints me with its inability to do this. I need a bigger experience to dwell on. I’m ready for Autumn. ❤
Sometimes you’re Summer, sometimes you’re Tom.
Time to go, y’all!
I’m 6 months out, and if it weren’t for my girls, I think I would stay gone. (Sometimes.) So ready for a good adventure. ❤
‘Have pity, Lord, on we who seek out and dare to take up the sword that you have promised, and who are a saintly and sinful lot scattered throughout the world. Because we do not recognize even ourselves, and often think that we are dressed, but we are nude; we believe that we have committed a crime, when in reality we have saved someone’s life. And do not forget in your pity for all of us that we hold the sword with the hand of an angel and the hand of a devil, and that they are both the same hand. Because we are of the world, and we continue to be of the world, and we have need of thee. We will always be in need of thy law that says, “When I sent you without money bag, knapsack, and sandals, you lacked nothing.”’
The Pilgrimage, by Paulo Coelho
You guys. I’m really doing this.
It’s really happening.
Here’s my view in September:
Here I come, Refuge Orisson!
Here I come, Camino de Santiago!
I can’t wait. I have to wait. I can’t wait.
I just love everybody right now. 🙂
Hard core training time is coming! I have to get this body ready!
- 5 miles/day, one 10 miler on the weekends. Starting in June I’ll be doing those walks with my pack on.
- Gradually decrease the time and temperature of my showers
- Start sleeping with earplugs in my ears/stop getting angry at Shawn for snoring CONSTANTLY
While getting Kate through her junior year of high school, Abby through her sophomore year in college, moving in a month, and juggling 3 part time jobs, I think my tiny training plan will be plenty challenging. I’m committed to keeping myself accountable so hopefully that means more relevant camino posts are on the way. We shall see.
I finally joined APOC last week, and got this handy dandy patch to put on my backpack. It may clash a little with my purple – hopefully I won’t be mistaken for an LSU fan. 🙂
That’s all for now, folks! I’ve got stuff to do!
I got my pack! It’s an Osprey Sirrus 24 and my first official piece of Camino gear!
Dad and I went up to Tallahassee to conquer a few hills, and ended up at Trail & Ski. Imagine that. 🙂
The guy there was SO helpful. We were really just there to poke around and look at prices and things, but when I put the pack on, Dad basically said, “Happy Early Birthday!” and I ended up going home with what will soon be my best friend. (I hope.) Here’s a pic of her:
Now, she’s small. But Nadine says I can do it, so I believe her. It will be a challenge. The pack itself weighs 2.3 lbs, which leaves me about 8 lbs of stuff to put in it. Then water and food. The rule of thumb is that you should be carrying about 10% of your body weight, which puts me at 12 pounds, give or take a little. It’s a challenge, that, if completed, will make my feet and back mucho happy.
Can I just go? Now?
Walking my arse off. Maybe literally.
Cruise in 23 days.
Camino in 469 days.
I’m happy. That’s all.