Sunday Walk: Destination, Soup

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I’ve been thinking about where I’m going to walk this summer. I have a few ideas. But before I walk anywhere, I need to get back in walking condition after a winter of Netflix and promises to get to the gym that never amounted to anything. Last weekend, I walked the 13 kilometres around Wascana Lake (with a detour for coffee). Today, I decided to go a little farther. Well, a lot farther, actually.

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I struck out northwest along Wascana Creek, in the teeth of a brisk wind. The creek is rising and some of the underpasses are starting to flood, but for once my Goretex boots lived up to that fabric’s reputation, and my feet stayed dry. The water was higher on the way back. I still didn’t get wet. If it keeps rising, though, I won’t be able to make the same walk again next weekend.

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The usual crowd were using the pathway: cyclists, people walking their dogs, other walkers, and runners, including some cadets from the RCMP training academy. But I also met this fellow. I haven’t seen him on the path before. He was quite friendly and not bothered by the dogs passing by.

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The path eventually crosses the creek and heads directly north. Eventually, the path ends. I carried on beside the road until I got to Rochdale. Then I turned east. I was thinking about getting some phó soup, but the place I usually go to was closed. I kept walking, hoping I’d find something more appetizing than one of the fast-food places that line Rochdale Boulevard. And I did: an even better Vietnamese place, one I’d never been to. They served me a huge bowl of phó and a tiny pot of tea.

I’d walked 14 kilometres before lunch. It would’ve been sensible to stop there, to call for a ride. But I’m not that sensible. After lunch, with a belly full of soup, I started walking back south.

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Beavers have been busy all along the creek. I saw what looks to be an occupied lodge, and a lot of fresh-looking chewed stumps.

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The wind died down in the afternoon. Maybe that’s why there were more people around in the afternoon, including a bunch of guys playing cricket in a park along the creek.

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Going from 13 kilometres to 25 kilometres was too big of a leap. I knew that before I did it. But I finished the walk in one piece. The things that hurt now? They’re telling me what I need to work on–stretching my hamstrings, for example. And although I did have a couple of hot spots on the soles of my feet, I didn’t get any blisters. So I’m happy. Maybe I’m more prepared for a walk this summer than I’d thought.

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