Okay, if I have to rationalize a trip to England, 17 days on the trail, and 190 miles altogether, I would simply call it a neat adventure. But right behind that answer lies the real one: I've gotten old, fat, and lazy. Time to toughen up what little I have left in the way of muscles and endurance.
I've already started losing weight, about 8 pounds so far; but certainly hope to lose many more. What do I now weigh? None of your business; I'm too embarrassed to say. Suffice it to say that I'll keep you posted on what I've lost, and leave it at that.
Two random, but interested factoids. In a book that I'm reading, entitled The Laws that Shaped America, a contingent of women suffragist march 250 miles from New York City to Washington in March 1913 to protest at the inauguration of the new president, Woodrow Wilson. It took them 15 days. I can imagine them all: long skirts, big heavy boots that laced up (or buttoned up) to the tops of their ankles. So, why am I even nervous about doing 190 miles in 17 days. Should be a piece of cake.
The second little factoid comes from another new book, the American Lion, which describes President Andrew Jackson as 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing 140 pounds. One hundred and forty pounds! He was four inches taller than me, and I can never imagine being 140 pounds.
Anyway, this little trek to England will also be an attempt to toughen up, slim down, and clear my head.
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