Thursday, October 07, 2010
Autumn couldn't be a better time for me to pick up my feet and get back on track.
The air is cool and crisp, the smell of leaves is refreshing and comforting, and the beautiful foliage keeps pulling me outside for brisk walks.
There is a hill near my house I have affectionately dubbed "murdermountain" it is about a kilometre of sheer 80 degree doom. I have been climbing said hill once a day for the past week.
Last weekend my room mates and I had to hurry up that hill to catch a bus to campus, and as my fit companions motored up what I'll call the cliff face, I fell back about 20 metres, gasping at every breath, my legs on fire, completely incapable of filling my lungs with beautiful oxygen and walk at the same time.
Both room mates had to wait at the top while I huffed and puffed after them.
I'm kind of fed up with being the slow one.
I have pledged to climb this hill day in and out until I can do so with ease. This will take a while. But I think it's n excellent starting point.
Yesterday I climbed the hill twice with only one break to stretch.
I hope one day to get bored and seek steeper, taller hills to climb. This town is full of them.
I've already felt a bit of an improvement in my breathing at the gym, and it's only been 2 weeks!
Now all I have to do is behave myself this weekend at Thanksgiving (no promises) and I'll be back next week to rev up my routine at the gym with 3 visits instead of the two I've only been able to accomplish these last 2 weeks.
DAMN THE PUMPKINS! FULL SPEED AHEAD!