The Trek lives. I actually went out and walked 11 miles on Friday. I got tired of waiting for my various foot and tendon problems to go away, so I simply got out and did the walk. One of my worst times ever — 3:35 — and I’ve been hobbling around like an old person all weekend. I was thinking of walking again on Monday, but a blizzard blew through here today (Sunday), so I’ll give things a day or two to melt away. I’d like to get this done by this October; we’ll see. ..bruce..
Last April, I started a trek in honor of the Mormon handcart pioneers, with the goal of walking 1305 miles in six months. Health issues intervened in early June and forced me to halt the trek until things (most notably the gout in my right foot) got better.
Well, those problems have eased enough that I’ve started the trek again, having walked another 33 miles in the past 10 days or so. I’d still like to finish the trek by next April, but we’ll see.
Oh, and the beard is back, much to my wife’s delight. ..bruce..
OK, so my progress on the Trek (1305 miles) hasn’t gone as well in May as it did in April. I should be at around 440 miles by now, and I’m just under 300 miles. If I had a broader readership here, the public humiliation might have been sufficient to get me out on the road more, but so far that hasn’t worked.
So I shaved my beard off.
You have to understand that I’ve had a beard for most of my adult (post-college) life. I started growing my first beard during my last week at BYU (easy to do, since I was sleeping on my desk in my TA office while trying to finish my operating systems implementation project). The beard came and went a bit in my earlier years and, of course, disappeared altogether during my two years of teaching back at BYU (1985-87).Â But it has been a pretty constant fixture since then, which is to say for the last 20 years, including through two stints as a counselor in a bishopric and several stints as a stake missionary/ward mission leader.
I’ve kept the beard because (a) shaving is a pain, (b) Sandra (my sweet wife) really likes it, and (c) most people agree that I look better with one. Heck, the last time I shaved it off — several years back, while we were living in Washington DC — the Washington DC North Mission president even commented on it, not to praise me, but to say that I “just didn’t look quite the same” without it.Â Oh, and our dog Deacon barked at me for a minute or so when he first saw me without it, until I convinced him it was still me.
So the beard is gone until I complete the 1305 miles (plus a few other long-procrastinated goals), and I’m now reminded each morning why I liked it in the first place. Of course, the same day I shaved it off, I also stubbed my ‘ring’ toe on my left foot badly, almost certainly breaking it — there’s still discoloration five days later — so it’s not like I’ve leapt back into the walking circuit.Â But soon, I promise. ..bruce..
I’ve actually been tracking this over on my other blog (And Still I Persist) but felt it was more appropriate here at Adventures in Mormonism. The rest of this posting is a slightly updated version of my original post explaining why I’m walking 1305 miles by early October. Now I’ve got to go walk my 11 miles today. ..bfw..
A friend of mine used to say that if I wasn’t playing in a ‘big enough game’ (referring to life itself, not World of Warcraft or even The Lord of the Rings Online, which, uh, I actually am playing in), that I’d screw things up in order to make things more interesting. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, since — in my own opinion — I’ve been mostly coasting for the past year or more. On top of that, I’ve been unhappy with my general state of physical fitness, including my weight and blood pressure (both stubbornly high).
And thus was born the Trek: I plan to walk 1305 miles between April 1 and October 6 of this year.
Why 1305 miles and why those particular dates? Funny you should ask.