I wasn’t sure quite how the walk might go today, given I have had a few days detoxing – since Tuesday. No chocolate, no coffee, no crisps, no cakes, no white bread, very little processed food, lots of fruit, a few vegetables, lots of water, green tea and a host of high fibre foods. I’ve felt a lot better for it, eaten meals when I’m hungry and slept pretty well, also shaking off what was promising to be a bit of a cold.
But I was worried. I remember when I went on a low carb food diet a number of years ago, that I had little or no strength in my legs when it came to the dads’ race at Matt’s school sports day. At least I didn’t come last but I was well down the field, having almost won the previous year (it was only that the bloke next to me tripped and nudged me that prevented me from doing better than third place). So I was very conscious of my legs today and I have to say that they did feel tired and achy, but only after about 15 miles. The final hour and a bit was quite tough and a total of 19 miles today was very good on a really cold afternoon, the gloves and woolly hat worn throughout, while I was outside, anyway.
The weather reminded me of Matt’s childhood and many a Sunday watching him play football. There was a cold, slightly smoky feel to the air but at least today I could feel my feet, thanks to walking, while years ago I had many a drive home with numb feet on the pedals. I could almost hear the excited squeals of the kids being drowned out by shouts of the parents at anyone and anything in their vicinity. It is fair to say that the kids behaviour often put that of their parents to shame! I did see some appalling behaviour – parents swearing at their own kids while losing an Under 11 representative match probably the worst. Referees being threatened – which was why I didn’t carry on with the whistle after a couple of seasons. I’m not saying that I was a great ref and never made a wrong decision, but to be called “a f***ing cheat” by two blokes who didn’t know the laws of the game was just too much. Whilst being unforgivable, they were isolated incidents and I always loved going to watch.
I have never flinched from walking in the cold. Wind and rain are far worse to deal with, as is very hot weather. I had neglected to put on a scarf today so it was less comfortable than it should have been, but the steam was rising and the sweat was pouring off my head when I removed my hat at my break. I did have my first coffee for six days and I am determined to cut down on all those things I mentioned earlier, in particular restricting coffee to the breaks during walking.
The reaction tonight has been as hard as I’ve had for a while, with plenty of aches and stiffness already. I need to get used to being healthy again. Monday morning will be interesting – I may well not be moving too freely.