Coming out of work, I was about 15 minutes later than I needed to be in order to make it home, change, then go up north to the Running Room to make it in time for the Run Club. Unlike clinic night, there’s no showing up late for that run. Instead of rushing back, I decided to do something that I swore I would never do again. Yeah, I decided to walk the 15 kilometres home from work. Yes, it was hot and humid, but…why should that stop me from doing something like walking? Yeah, sure, it was 3.5 hours of sweaty walking, and my black golf shirt was accumulating white lines of salt, but I say it was sort of pleasant. I made a few stops along the way for stuff like sports drinks to keep my electrolyte levels stable. I even managed to swing by my parents’ place to grab a quick meal. I can honestly say that I don’t feel completely destroyed. At least, it’s a different feeling from how I felt last May when I did it. And I’m sure that today was a bit hotter than it was back then. I think I can say that my fitness levels are higher than they were a few months ago. How awesome! It’s not like I plan on doing this walk again in the immediate future–it’s just too much, but I know that my body can take it. It’s making me a bit more confident about tackling a marathon where I might be on my feet for 5-6 hours. Crazy.