Monday, November 19, 2012
My dh and I just got back from AZ, (Scottsdale to be exact) last night. I was very excitedly planning on taking a Zumba class one day, doing the fitness gym another and a few hours one day hiking up Camelback Mountain which is just a short walk from the resort. "Short walk" as the description given by the brochure.
Dh and I decided to do the hike the first morning we were there, since he had meetings the rest of the time. Great, I thought, but little did I know. Instead of taking the young and fit desk clerk's advice, we drove our rental the 2 miles to a street that we could park on. Then, started the hiking.
It was about a mile to the start of the trail, which wasn't too bad. (Btw, gorgeous homes to look at!) The clerk had informed us that the trail itself was about 1 1/2 miles up and went 1,200 ft up in elevation, which we thought would be no problem. Well, after about a mile and stopping about 3 times to let my heart rate slow a bit, I really started to question our decision. Then, we turned a bend and I thought I would die. It looked like the last part went straight up! There was even a helipad for rescue when people needed help! All I could think of was what in the world did I get myself into?!?!? My dh asked if I was ok. I said yes, while inside really questioning my sanity. He suggested that we should just keep going until I didn't feel like going any further.
Surprising myself, we did make it to the top and back down without needing to bother any helicopter pilots, but it was a dang good thing we had driven. I really don't think I could have walked back to the resort without highjacking a golf cart. Needless to say, I did not get to the Zumba class and didn't even get to the gym. My thighs were so sore the rest of the trip that even walking up a flight of stairs was a challenge.
I workout some, at least a couple times a week and really thought I was in better shape than that. I do have a lot more weight than I should be carrying, so know that didn't help the climbing or my blood pressure etc. (Been having some issues with that the past few months anyway.)
I bought a T-shirt before we left to come home with a picture of Camelback Mountain on it. I decided I'm going to use it to excersise in as a reminder of my experience. Not just the butt kicking, but also that I didn't give up and made it to the top and back down again safely! Maybe the mountain kicked my butt this time, but I think I'm going to do some butt kicking of my own to get myself back to a healthier me! Lesson learned, Camelback Mountain. Thank you, I think? :)