I say this as I am sitting at Wellington Airport a full 2 hours before my domestic flight**
I think I tend to take on too much. More than I can handle.
Seemed like a reasonable thing to do. Fly to Wellington for the day. A lot of people would have a full day planned. Walking the streets was probably high on the list.
Walking full stop, was probably high on anyone’s list.
Except ‘anyone‘ is not me.
I start out with the best intentions but then my knees decide they don’t want to cooperate. I’ve mentioned before that I have arthritis in my knees and it means walking gets very painful. I also have a heel thing – I don’t even know what it is, I need to go to a podiatrist but it causes me a lot of pain after walking for a while.
But I tried.. I really did.
I really did think that I’d be fine with what I wanted to do. And I guess, looking back, I did do everything I really wanted to do in Wellington. But then I think of my friend who went to Melbourne for a day and walked over 18,000 steps (though apparently according to my iPod I did walk over 7,000 today) and wish I could just get out and walk like no tomorrow.
It’s not that I don’t like walking, coz I actually do. But physically my body screams if I walk more than 10 minutes at any one time. Luckily Wellington had loads of places to sit and ‘recharge’. But it is still a daily struggle.
So now here I am, sitting in an airport when I should be out checking out this cool little capital. And really the only person I have disappointed, is myself.**
** It is now the next morning and I am sitting at my mum’s dining room table back in Christchurch. I still feel the same as I did last night, if I’m really being honest.