Walking on broken legs.
Today was the second time that I’ve gone on a hike in the last three days. Sunday it was a little over an hour to hike three miles (it felt like it was all uphill too) and today same hike, a little less than an hour. My calves have been screaming at me for the last two days, but today I said, “fudge it,” and made myself.
I work from 7AM to 3PM, Monday-Friday; by the time I’m done with work I want to put my pups up on the couch, put Roseanne on Netflix and pass out. This can be especially tricky, because most people that know me know that I’m quite a grumpy asshole when I wake up from a nap. Anyways. I had made plans with my second mama Kim that I was going to come up to the mountain after work and walk with her. Alex has been tagging along too.
I saw through my desperate desire to sleep, put on my Vibrams and headed out.
The real bitch about this hike, is that at the very beginning of it there’s a ginormous incline. It’s like it’s giving you a glimpse into the future that you’re going to want to die at some point on the trail. Kim looked over at me, between conversations, and every now and then would ask me how I was doing. When we got to the half way point she asked me if we were taking the short loop or the long loop. Being as hard headed as I am, I said long loop.
Hearing myself push myself that way was pretty damn empowering. Even though my calves hurt and I’m probably going have an unsightly amount of mosquito bites all over my body, I saw through the various amounts of animal poop on the trail and trudged on.
I guess that’s the way I’m looking at my final goal. Getting there is going to be hard. I’m going to cry and I’m going to be miserable, but ultimately I’m going to push myself harder than I’ve ever pushed myself before. Fight me.
Scott Vogel, give me strength.
