Hiking hiking hiking HIKING!~!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
When I was about 9 years old my dad had just had his first angioplasty. He used to be really athletic (abusively athletic) so he had muscle damage that made it hard for him to do anything other than walking. He hated just walking. His doctor suggested hiking. But at the time we lived in Phx Arizona so the only time you could really go hiking (other than the dead middle of winter) and still be comfortable was at 5 in the morning and you had better be done by 6. My mom didn't want my dad to do it because if he had another heart attack no one would find him until it was light outside and by then there was risk of snake bites, sunburn, dehydration, ect. My brother and sister had to be on the bus by 6 am (private school in another area). My mom isn't a hiker... like really not a hiker. She even hates camping. I was the only other chubby person in my house so I told my dad I would like to go with him.
Within a month my dad was going up one way and coming down the way I would go up and we would have races to the top. There were coyote along the trail. You could watch the sun come up. I ALWAYS beat my dad to the top. I loved running down hill. I was a definite hiking girl. We actually hiked 3-4 times a week up until his second major heart attack. Then we had to stop because of complications.
In Fort Worth Texas there are "trails". They don't really go up or downhill because there's really no mountains where we lived. So when I was trying to lose weight in Texas, hiking just wasn't an option for me.
Last summer I had lost 60 lbs before going home to see my parents. My dad had been hiking for a few years and bet I couldn't do a 10 mile with him. With a sunburn from camping, I really didn't want to go. Seriously the heat is miserable by June there. We were doing this in July. But it made my dad so happy that I was willing that I went anyways. By the first peak my sunburn on my arms had turned to blisters that were so puffed up they looked like sweat. The rocks on Southmountain are gravel and shifty stone so my ankles were killing me. But within that first mile it hit me again how much I loved hiking. We finished the 10 mile within 3 hours and in that time went up 3 peaks and prayed on each one.
Now that we're in Beaverton, Oregon, I am in HIKING HEAVEN. We've done Multnomah to Wakeenah falls 2 times now (6 miles the way we go). Josh is going to watch the boys next week so I can hit Multnomah to Coopey Falls which is a 10 mile journey if I can figure out how to get from coopey trail back to multnomahs without walking where I'm not allowed.
But there are trails EVERYWHERE. And they're so randomly placed. The boys and I were going to the Japanese gardens and found 4 random trails that people were using just from the parking lot to the entrance. I was looking at a map of Portland and it had the hiking trails done in brown ink. I literally thought they were roads until I saw the map key, that's how many there are here.
So I'm breaking out my nike+ Between now and October I am going to do 100 miles of hiking.
Screw living in the gym.
Between dancing and hiking I can do this without a treadmill or an elliptical.
In October it starts raining a ton here according to everyone I've talked to. I'm going to enjoy these trails while I still have time.