They're rare, they're short but when they come along they give me an emotional boner. But don't fuck it up, the last thing you want to do is end up slumped over the pavement crying out for some heroin or whatever pain meds you crazy kids take these days.
There are rules damn it!
Rule 1: Know your limits. Easier said than done, I can probably get a half mile of walking in SPREAD OVER A DAY. Don't plan to do more or you'll be worrying and not enjoying yourself, plus you'll F your body up AND NOT GOOD K.
Rule 2: Plan. Know how far you need to walk to do whatever it is you're doing! I went for a meal in London the other night. First thing I checked was the walking distance between the station and the restaurant, I even booked partly based on this. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it means you can have a night out like one of those mysterious healthy people.
Rule 3: Take supplies. That's right. Prepare for worst case scenario. Take your meds, take whatever you'll need should you come over a bit goofy. I pack the following in the car, meds, deep heat, water, snickers bars (I'm evil when hungry), lucozade/coke for energy, blankets, pillows, comfier clothes if I get uncomfortable or for the way home.
Rule 4: Make sure you can go home if you have to. This could probably go under planning but it's so important I think it needs its own number. Yeah, I said that. It's getting its own number. What you want is A GET OUT PLAN. Who else has get out plans? Superheroes. That's fucking right. Make sure you have a lift who will leave at a moment's notice, money for a cab, the train timetable to hand.
All of this should hopefully result in a less stressful evening, no pressure should you become unwell, no anxiety...MAXIMUM FUN. Well, I hope so anyway.
Peace for 2013 bitchez.
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