Well, as you know I've been trying to fight through the pain and get in better shape--mostly getting in shape for my surgery (which I still think is weird). Until recently, I swam twice a week with The Mermaid. But lately we haven't been going. I don't often walk, though I like to, because hills hurt, and I live on a hill that's on a hill that's on a hill.
Today we drove up to Sol Duc Falls. I decided I wanted to hike to the falls. It's a two mile round trip. For some reason, I suddenly decided I could do it. Why would I think that, after being too scared to try to walk to the Bookmobile (a mere half mile)? I don't know except that I'm a believer in momentum. I felt like I could do it, so off we went.
At first I was good. Capering and gamboling around. When there was nobody else on the trail, I let my stomach out for some fresh air. :) Not a pretty sight, but it made them laugh. Beautiful walk. We're doing well. I start to wonder how darn long is this? Why is it mostly all hill? Then, about 2/3 of the way up, I thought I might have a stroke.
I kept on. Eventually, we got to the top. Just as beautiful as I remember. But, we have to go back. I remember a big part of the reason I haven't done much hiking at all the past few years: when I do it my knee tends to swell up. Great. Now I remember.
About 2/3 of the way down, I whisper in a hiss, "Where the hell is Mordor, anyway?" and start swatting at imaginary things, a la Frodo.
But I made it. It's not Mount Everest, but I did it.
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