LIMON, Colo.—Let's see. Last Tuesday afternoon, I walked for thirty-five minutes from the parking lot of a Walmart Super Center in Salina, Kansas. I walked thirty-seven minute and thirty-four minute out-and-backs on County Routes 90 and 201 from the Vratil estate on Wednesday and Friday mornings. I walked for a little over an hour during a rain delay at The Broadmoor in Colorado Springs on Thursday. Rain delays also gave me time to walk for about forty-five minutes on Saturday. On Sunday I walked for exactly 44:22 through the swanky neighborhood around the Broadmoor, and yesterday, Monday, I walked a similar route for 33:10 after watching the final few holes of regulation and the playoff of the U.S. Women's Open.
Scott Vratil and I played thirty-six holes at the Tamarack Country Club on Wednesday. I had rounds of 102 and 99, and nines of 54, 48, 50, and 49. Scott had rounds of 100 and 91.
I'm skeptical, but Jan's pocket pedometer said we walked twelve miles at the Women's Open on Friday. I would've guessed something like eight, maybe ten. I'd put the over-under number for my five-day mileage there at 39.93. The Broadmoor is hillier than two motherfuckers, and set up so that when you reach the ninth green, you're two-hundred miles from the clubhouse. Anyway, I lost about a pound last week. Even Jan Vratil's culinary mastery could not keep pace with all the walking.
I walked the Levy Loop early this afternoon in 33:38.
Oh, it took me until about Friday morning to get over sore shins from my race walk in last Monday's Firecracker Fast 5K. My calves at least temporarily look like Conan the Barbarian's.
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