We have Alaskan hiking plans for 4th of July weekend. This, in conjunction with my getting winded going up more than ten stairs, convinced me that i needed to try to get some more exercise. Thus, i decided to hike. So today, in honor of the sun, i went up to Tiger Mountian. Lail and i were up there last weekend to do a bunch of kiddie trails (i.e. ones that were flat). I decided to do the ever popular West Tiger 3 trail.
It's 6 miles roundtrip to an elevation of 2522 feet.
Mile 1: my lungs screamed. i could hear them. also, i remembered i forgot my water in the car and tried drinking spring water. it tasted good.
Mile 2: lungs whimpering. make a new redneck friend primarily because i saw the water in his back pocket was unopened. he ruined the silence and woodpecker noises by burping loudly.
Mile 2.5: my legs started protesting. they attempted to negotiate a turn around. luckily said redneck was really encouraging and so i kept walking because between Beyonce on my iPod and the nonstop monologue of dude i forgot to stop.
Mile 3: hello Summit. the Puget Sound is pretty. Time to turn around. i trade the cereal bar in my pocket for the first swig of the freshly opened bottle of water.
Mile 4: Moseying on down. my hands were sufficiently swollen to make the edges of my engagement ring look flat....~1.5 cms on either side. ok, i get it fatty fingers...shouldn't have left the water bottle in the car.
Mile 5: i decide that my lungs feel too comfortable....so i start jogging down the hill. . 2 miles later, my lungs are still fine, but my abs say screw you and my right big toe announces that its getting a blister. i said, that's nice toe, too bad we are a mile from the car. "Airplanes" on repeat drowned them all out.
Mile 6: way too pleased with myself and way can't actually walk anymore.
I have HUGE blisters, a sunburn, an oversized ego, and a really good day in the bag.
i love this post :)
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