Other things take a lot of time.
Or just seem to take a long time...
I willingly went left.
A gorgeous walk, but a walk.
In all things, this appears to apply.
Whomever has my copy of Young Miles, please return!!
I thoroughly expected to get fit quickly; I never expected to be winded on Thumb Butte ten weeks into the quest.
My heart was pounding, I was swigging water to keep up the pace. I had run into a time crunch; once again forgetting just how far out my favorite hike was from town. Determined not to waste a second, I threw myself into it. So what if it was the steep side?
Yeah-let that sink in.
So what if it was the steep side?
The air monster appeared, I pushed past. Tomorrow I have a hard hike; today needed to be a good precursor. I hadn't hiked since Friday, and that was more of a walk.
A new resolve perhaps? Deciding the fastest way to get to easy was to go through hard?
I'm tired of exercise being hard. I'm tired of waking up hurting, wishing things were different. Instead of crying, instead of whining, today I did something different.
I went after it.
Is this the difference between the 20% who love to exercise and the rest of us?
Is it because they push hard to get to the easy? (I need to spend more time with Miles Vorkosigan apparently, seeing as just this one quote is changing my views.)
This afternoon I completed a tough task out of breath but determined. While the air monster had burned me before (and showed up just the same) I decided to get what I wanted and needed. The hike down was a time of introspection; did the end justify the mean? My hiker's cough started almost immediately, it's actually continued throughout the evening.
Yet I feel different. Perhaps this is a type of exercise high; normally I feel nothing but drained.
Tonight, I feel alive.
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