Progress on this mitt! In fact, progress on the pair of them. I began the second mitt, but it’s become clear I should have ribbed the whole of the first mitt. Therefore, tinking ahead 😦
Dr B and I were to have done another training walk today, but I came home from work early yesterday because I was sneezing and carrying on so much that the Admin Team bullied me into it! I said I had an allergic reaction (thought I couldn’t have said to what). They weren’t convinced. I’m fine today. Plainly, that’s not the speed with which your common cold resolves. I stand by my original assertion. However, a much-needed long sleep meant today’s morning chores turned into afternoon ones and Dr B has headed off to do things with amps, so our walk isn’t going to happen. Tomorrow, Youngest Aunt and I will walk a 16 Km beachside loop.
The training program that’s outlined on the Bloody Long Walk’s website doesn’t start for a couple of weeks – and that’s the Beginner Level – so we’re ahead of ourselves in that respect. That’s no bad thing, since it means we’re able to sort out our equipment now and have it working to our complete satisfaction by September. Dr B is worried about me – I think it’s in his job brief 🙂 – so I gave in gracefully and, at his urging, bought some new boots the other night. My joggers would need replacing before September and, to be fair to them, they’ve already done lots of kilometres and are showing signs of wear. They were never intended to provide the sort of ankle support I’ll need on the roughs and ups-and-downs of the first part of the walk, so boots it is.
I have longstanding allegiance to an old name in Aussie boots, but couldn’t get what I wanted. After discussion with a very helpful young man at a nearby outdoor/sports store, I ended up with something lighter, waterproof and more modern. I hope they’re as good as I was led to believe and that they serve me as well as my last pair of Mulgas.
So it’s on with the knitting and on with the walking and the whizzing-past of the year. As for YoungB? He’s seeing Naples at the moment, in the company of a local. He’s posting photos of food porn (special Neapolitan fish cakes), cultural porn (Pompeii) and a degree of beach porn (views of Capri and the Amalfi coastline, not hot babes in bikinis). After getting sunburnt during all that northern activity, I imagine he’s going to find our southern winter temperatures akin to my knitting: glacial.
Whatever your temperatures are doing, may you be progressing well on all of your projects.