So, I have been a bit in the doldrums today, solely based on that I finally figured out that I was actually supposed to be walking the real Real now, my flight and planning would have had me crossing the Pyrenees in the past two days.
From what I have read about that experience, I am missing an opportunity to scramble up the longest, steepest mountain in the universe ( more or less), which is not a bummer. In the early days of my SAH Camino, I roughly recreated the elevation changes of these first days, in the spirit of authenticity. At this point, nearing 400 miles of covered ground, I am a bit stronger, so the uphill climbs are not such a fright, however, at this point, having put so many miles on my knees and feet, downhills get my attention a bit more.
I have been extremely brave up to this point, but, in the spirit of the doldrums, I will confess, I have a bit of a blister situation across one heel, and am certain to lose a toenail on the other foot, I will let your imaginations run wild and spare you the gruesome photos. On the way up, my heel doesn't feel great, on the way down, my knees and toes are singing a protest song to me. And, as we say in the health care world, that is my organ recital, I have whinged just enough to blow off steam, and will stop right this very minute.
My walk today was an easy loop around the neighborhood in the early part of the day. Teaching yoga in the new ways filled the middle part of the day, I filmed/taped recorded a class, and then ( showing off now!) (only possible with the help of many) live streamed another class, then topped off day doing my social work thing.
If you have read this far, LUCKY!! I have a non rhetorical question to ask, which involves housework, spiritual pilgrimages and mileage equivalents. I have been diligently recording my daily mileage on a cave woman like spread sheet, but today highlighted one of the differences between walking across a country, far from home and domestic life.
I came home from my day, and the dishwasher needed to be emptied, now it is only me at home these days, so until August develops mad skills and agility, there is no one but me to deal with this chore. I am just wondering, could I tack on 2 miles for the sheer effort of unloading the dishwasher??
Seriously, I have timed how long it takes to unload this modern convenience, for which I am SO grateful, and it only takes about 4 minutes, so this is a stretch mileage wise, but this mundane task is so non real Camino, that it seems to warrant special consideration.
I welcome your thoughts, opinions about mileage equivalents for your own bete noire chores.