©2018 Kari Carlisle
Several weeks ago, I wrote about a fitness challenge I was starting in the post, Fit Enough to Bug Out. My workplace challenged all employees to walk/hike/run 50 miles in 50 days with a minimum of one mile per day. If anyone skipped a day, they were out. Now that the fitness challenge is over, as promised, I am reporting on my results.
I did it! I completed the minimum of one mile per day for each day of the challenge.
But if you remember, I personally challenged myself to complete at least 100 miles in 50 days. So, how did I do?
Since I regularly hike daily with my dogs around 1.5 – 1.75 miles with occasional 2-3 mile hikes, I thought 100 miles would still be fairly easy. It wasn’t.
Many factors threatened to derail my plans. I had to deal with bad weather, wildlife, rotting dead farm animals, work travel, food poisoning, and sciatica. Granted, the first four are common issues, but it seemed like the universe was just out to get me over those 50 days.
Bottom line, I managed to exceed 108 miles! Honestly, I thought I’d smoke past 125, but I’m proud of myself, especially considering what I managed to overcome.
Now that the challenge is over, I’m not pushing myself so hard, but I still haven’t taken a day off. I’m continuing to exceed a mile daily and will continue to do so as long as I need to walk my dogs. This morning’s 2.25-mile walk was nice, early morning before the sun started baking us, but I had a slight headache. Heck, I’ve walked my dogs with full-on migraines, head colds, stomach flu, you name it. It’s rare that I don’t “sacrifice” myself for them. If I need take a day off, they drive me crazy, so it’s just easier to do it.
So, the question is did I inspire you to a fitness challenge of your own?
While I’m updating you, I want to catch you up on another post I wrote last year, Ground Zero for Plague.
Last year, there was a die-off of the prairie dogs that surround my little neighborhood. AZ Fish and Game had declared the die-off was caused by the bacterium Yersinia pestis, bubonic plague, Black Death. The good news is that no people or pets have contracted the plague.
The bad news is the prairie dogs have returned with a vengeance. Seriously, I think there are at least 3 or 4 times as many prairie dogs as there were prior to the die-off. I admit they are so cute, especially the little babies running around.
But I mean it – it’s bad news. The prairie dog town has expanded, they are destroying landscaping, digging under the road… and they are now getting into my backyard. And pooping EVERYWHERE. It’s disgusting. And they have fleas, and though we’ve only had a few bites, it only takes one with plague bacteria to cause an infection.
I’m also concerned about my dogs. Simon has already attacked one prairie dog, and I’m worried about other kinds of infections, not to mention bites and other potential injuries.
Fortunately, plans are underway to relocate the prairie dogs out of our housing area and hopefully install an exclusion fence. I don’t know when it might happen, but in the meantime, there’s not much we can do about it. Stay tuned.