Does walking along the ocean after eating 45 pounds of fried fish, count as a workout? How about as an attempt to make myself feel better?
So after an entire day and night of drinking, and eating while celebrating the Fourth, with friends, I decided to end the weekend with fried food…and a lot of it. I won’t even pretend to lie here- it was delicious. I’m pretty sure it was a mixture of the fried fish, the warm air, and the ocean views that made it so good, but it really was perfect. Until the end.
After eating all of that shit food, my stomach hated me. It literally felt like someone dropped a bowling bowl down my throat, so after dinner, we crossed the street to the ocean and started to walk around. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, being in a new place, having new scenery, makes walking/wunning/running/moving in general, a whole lot more fun and exciting.
After about-ohhhh… 10 minutes, my back started to hurt, as my toes gripped the sand, so we decided we would head back to the boardwalk, and go to a new, more solid grounded (?), location. Southie it was…
So, down in old South Boston, there is Castle Island; home to Fort Independence. It’s a great walk, right on the ocean with views of Logan Airport, and all sorts of boats. Now, this walk was worth it. Full of some serious (I mean SERIOUS) people watching, kites flying overhead, and sail boats in the harbor. My personal favorite thing is the planes taking off from Logan, flying right over your head.
Anyways, the walk was great, although I forgot to pause my MapMyWalk app when we stopped, so Gertrude thinks it took me 26 minutes to go .81 miles…which it did NOT!
Views are awesome. 🙂
Thanks for the confidence, Castle Island
Hilarious, people. Way to make me laugh. 😉
Fat Girl Wunning 