Thursday, August 08, 2013
First, I want to say I love my hubby. We've been trying to get out and walk together every night since he was given the green light from his doctor. It's so nice to go out in the evenings and just walk together. We rarely talk, but it's like dating all over again...Walking hand in hand, or chasing each other up a mountain side (as we did tonight). When we were first getting to know each other I had set my sights on conquering Mt. Moe (see blogs on page 3-5ish for that story). Mike was there, literally every step of the way, giving me grief when I tried to quit and then silently leading me up the hill (Think Frisco Kid with Harrison Ford and Gene Wilder "see this tuckas [points to horses rump] don't take your eyes off of it until I tell you to.")
Tonight was an adventure. 30 minutes before sunset (when it was finally cool enough to go walking) Mike says I want to do the trail. So we head down the street to the little natural area that's about a mile from the house, and as I'm heading for the easy trail head he says, "No, from the school" (translation 200 foot change in quarter mile). So up we went as fast as I could. I was huffing and puffing 10 feet up and mad as a hornet that I'm that out of shape, so I really pushed it going up the hill, stopping only the one time I walked right into a spider web with a spider in the middle. I did not scream, but I came close. When we hit the top of the trail, Mike took over...I forgot Mike can do 10 mph downhill fully loaded with fire gear, without it he's closer to 12 mph. I got to jog down the hill. Then we walked briskly back to the car about 3/4 of a mile from where we came out. 30 minutes flat...3/4 miles of flat or down hill and half a mile straight up. I'm proud of myself...now. I am still annoyed that I'm huffing and puffing moving from 120 to 350 feet in elevation. That's just not cool! I'm used to starting at 3000 and winding up close to 7000. I should not be huffing and puffing like that.
Oh well. I'm working at getting back to being in great shape. I'm in the same boat right now that I was in around Feb of 2010...I just don't have the momentum coming into this place that I had back then. Just have to keep reminding myself that it's baby steps. Lots of little good things add up. Just because I don't work out 6 hours per day right now like I was back then (training to be a wildland fire fighter) doesn't mean I'm not gonna make it where I was. Just means it's going to be more slow and steady.
Well, I'm trying to get myself back to my school sleep schedule, so I have to head to bed soon. Have a sparktastic journey!