Yeah I don't run, either, not even when I was skinny. Once the games teacher was apparently required to time us all running the length of both netball courts, and she got tired of waiting for me to finish and just told me to stop trying. I used to walk much faster, quite apart from the gradual collapse thing. But I would never have attempted a marathon. Wow.
I ambled, I'm good at ambling! Or I was.. this was about thirty years ago, so..
I understand what you mean about P.E. We used to do cross country running as part of P.E [or P.T aka physical torture.] Guess who *always* came in last, when I could be bothered to finish. I could beat anyone in the pool.. and didn't do too bad at basketball.. but running is so not my thing.
Allow me to set my own pace however, and I could just keep walking all day. I had ambitions to be a long distance hiker... but life happened, you know.
I think also on the magnitude of ten miles. I know that on a few occasions I have walked from the Plateau in Montreal to Westmount, which is about three miles out, and then gone up the mountain and back down and walked around Westmount for awhile before walking the three miles back.It might have been as much as fourteen miles but also as little as nine.
I often wonder how long it would take me to walk from one city to another if I have to because of some disaster, and I think it is a fair assessment that I could probably do about a sustained twelve miles every twenty four hours if I mainly walked at night, had plenty of food and fluid when I needed it and could get sufficient sleep, assuming sleep rough and not motels. It's 67 miles from Saint John to Fredericton so if I had to walk it I would aim for it to take about six days.
Of course this also assumes that I don't blow a knee from overuse or something. If I got migraines along the way it would take much longer, as I definitely could only walk at night with a migraine. And my shoes would have to not fall apart. I think I'd want to bring a plastic sheet/tarp for staying dry while resting, a second pair of shoes, several pairs of socks and food and water that I could replenish and not carry appreciably more than that.
Barring migraines, I think a lot of us might be able to walk much further especially on flat land, but would have to rest between bits. Hopefully it won't arise!
15 miles, but I didn't enjoy the last 2 miles - my feet did hurt. I used to go for walking holidays in Italy and that was the longest stretch I did in a day. It's no hardship when the countryside is beautiful and the weather is warm but not boiling hot. Only difficulty was aggressive dogs; I got chased over a hill when I dared to linger to admire the wildflowers.
The record is probably the year I participated in a walk for charity, probably called "Miles for Millions" with my childhood best friend. The idea was to get sponsors to pledge to donate some amount of money per mile walked, then walk as much of the route as you could. We finished it. We can't have been older than 12. I think it was > 20 miles. It might have been 30 miles, conceivably more. (For anyone better than me at googling, this was in Montreal, and can't have been later than 1969.)
Miles for Millions has a teensy Wikipedia article, referenced to a news item that turned out to have been about Ottawa, but judging by which the walks started in 1967 at 40 miles. I found a single item on Google News archive search referring to Val-d'Or in 1970, when the walk was 23 miles. So that's likely the distance you walked. Wow.
I'm not certain. It was a long way. It may've been the walk along the frozen riverbed of the Tahquamenon river, one Winter. We'd walked up it, to see the frozen lower falls, but — as most of the adults in question were drunk to some extent — we started later than we should've, and the sun was going down by the time we were on the river. The walk back was...endless, and I've never been so cold as I was that night. The frozen river turned into a wind tunnel, and the wind chill was...devastating. That was the first time I actually understood what I'd read in novels as having the overwhelming urge to just stop and rest a moment, knowing that, if one did, one would never get up again and die where they were. During that walk, both DubhDad and a second cousin of mine by marriage fell through the ice into the river. Luckily for them, the river was only a few feet deep, there, and they were able to get out and finish the trek back. (We were also reasonably near where we'd parked the cars by then.) I never, ever want to be that cold again in my lifetime. The frozen falls, however, were lovely. The brown and white water freezes solid, while cascading over the falls, so it literally is a waterfall frozen in motion.
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I understand what you mean about P.E. We used to do cross country running as part of P.E [or P.T aka physical torture.] Guess who *always* came in last, when I could be bothered to finish. I could beat anyone in the pool.. and didn't do too bad at basketball.. but running is so not my thing.
Allow me to set my own pace however, and I could just keep walking all day. I had ambitions to be a long distance hiker... but life happened, you know.
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I think also on the magnitude of ten miles. I know that on a few occasions I have walked from the Plateau in Montreal to Westmount, which is about three miles out, and then gone up the mountain and back down and walked around Westmount for awhile before walking the three miles back.It might have been as much as fourteen miles but also as little as nine.
I often wonder how long it would take me to walk from one city to another if I have to because of some disaster, and I think it is a fair assessment that I could probably do about a sustained twelve miles every twenty four hours if I mainly walked at night, had plenty of food and fluid when I needed it and could get sufficient sleep, assuming sleep rough and not motels. It's 67 miles from Saint John to Fredericton so if I had to walk it I would aim for it to take about six days.
Of course this also assumes that I don't blow a knee from overuse or something. If I got migraines along the way it would take much longer, as I definitely could only walk at night with a migraine. And my shoes would have to not fall apart. I think I'd want to bring a plastic sheet/tarp for staying dry while resting, a second pair of shoes, several pairs of socks and food and water that I could replenish and not carry appreciably more than that.
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It may've been the walk along the frozen riverbed of the Tahquamenon river, one Winter. We'd walked up it, to see the frozen lower falls, but — as most of the adults in question were drunk to some extent — we started later than we should've, and the sun was going down by the time we were on the river. The walk back was...endless, and I've never been so cold as I was that night. The frozen river turned into a wind tunnel, and the wind chill was...devastating. That was the first time I actually understood what I'd read in novels as having the overwhelming urge to just stop and rest a moment, knowing that, if one did, one would never get up again and die where they were. During that walk, both DubhDad and a second cousin of mine by marriage fell through the ice into the river. Luckily for them, the river was only a few feet deep, there, and they were able to get out and finish the trek back. (We were also reasonably near where we'd parked the cars by then.) I never, ever want to be that cold again in my lifetime. The frozen falls, however, were lovely. The brown and white water freezes solid, while cascading over the falls, so it literally is a waterfall frozen in motion.