Using the magic of the Internet and Yahoo Maps, I figured out today that about twenty-five years ago I walked over five and half miles to get some nooky.
This is a two-pronged thread. One aspect is: how lazy are you? Where’s your threshold of wanting something versus the effort you’ll put into obtaining it? Anecdotes welcome. It doesn’t have to be about walking.
And the other, inevitable aspect is: are young people today way the hell lazier than we were?
Oh I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more…
OK, the longest I ever walked nonstop, one day, feet on the ground perpetually in motion the whole time, was 46 miles which I did back in '84 when I was a mere sprite of 25 years of age.
The longest in really recent history was earlier this spring when I started my stroll at South Ferry and walked Water Street to the Bowery up to Broadway and then Broadway to the tip end of Inwood at the bridge to the Bronx. I’m 49 nowadays.
With sufficient motivation I could probably walk a pretty impressive distance.
When I was 18 and had no vehicle, I went to my girlfriend’s. We were to walk to a nearby creek to go swimming. Turned out she wasn’t there, but I was told she went camping (& where she was & with whom.) So I walked 12 miles to the place hoping to meet up with the other guy.
I was tired when I got there, but I was still mad. I walked up to him and punched him in the nose, then turned around and walked home.
What’s the weather like? (It was 95 today and I don’t handle heat all that well.)
Are my kids coming too? (They’re not going to last as long as I will.)
Assuming I’m alone and the weather is nice and cool, I’ll go for quite a long way. I like walking.
Obligatory anecdote: when my husband and I were first married, we visited London. There was a Tube strike, so we decided to walk from Southwark (near Elephant and Castle) to the Tower of London. After that we hit St. Paul’s, and then some other places, and by the end of the day we were in Westminster Abbey, and then we walked home. A total of 12+ miles of road, in between historical sites. A truly great day, though my feet sure hurt afterwards. I highly recommend visiting the Tower during a Tube strike, the place was practically empty and we could see everything wonderfully.
When we were dating, he would walk me home from campus (about 30 minutes) and then go back to his own house in the opposite direction, about 45 minutes away.
In the interests of accuracy: my husband and I just worked out our London walk on Google maps, and it’s more like 7.5 miles. Don’t know why I remembered it as 12. Anyway since we also toured the Tower and climbed all the way up St. Paul’s and all that other stuff, it was a lot more than just the road walking.
Similarly, I made a gruelling trek when I was about that age - I’d found out my girlfriend of the time had left me for my friend, and walked across to her house in ill-fitting boots, until my feet were bleeding. It made a good ‘martyr’ impact, I thought.
These days I walk fair distances at quite an excessive pace, but it’s usually to get to some far off pub where I probably negate any aerobic benefits I might have gained.
In my twenties I walked everywhere. 10 mile round trips at a rapid pace were nothing. Once I walked 25 miles non-stop just to see a small nature reserve I found on a map. I still have very nice calves.