Yesterday Mark and I went exploring at a cemetery that I had no clue exists even though it's only about 5 miles from where I grew up. We hiked through briar patches and other rough terrain for what seemed like forever. After 1.25 miles we finally found the old cemetery. Very interesting little spot.
On the walk back we decided to bypass the briars and go a tiny bit further into the woods. The walking was a lot easier since we weren't having to work ourbwaybtheough a lot of undergrowth. And then this monster of a hill came into view.
I was already tired and sweaty (even on a cold January day) so the thought of my clumsy butt having to climb it made me want to lay down and have a temper tantrum. I wanted to kick and scream and cry.
But you know what? I did it. It wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it would be.
So why am I blogging this at 6 am? Because what comes us must eventually come down.
When we reached the top of the hill I realized that in order to get to the car, there was one last obstacle: the other side of the hill. I'm not so clumsy going up a hill but going down the hill is another story. There were pine needles and lots of fallen leaves which we're hiding some pretty big rocks.
Now this next part happened so fast that I'm not really sure how it happened. I remember that Mark was a few feet ahead of me saying how I should kinda come down sideways to keep from sliding so much on the pine needles. And then I figured out my own way down.
As I was about to start my descent down the hill, I basically sat down (not meaning to) and slid. It was almost like sledding in the snow. It was fun and I laughed all the way down the hill, even as I slid under a fallen pine tree. At one point I was afraid I was going to knock Mark down but he cleared the path pretty quick.
Oh, but why am I blogging at 6 am on a Sunday morning? Because every inch of my body is in some sort of pain. My ankles are swollen which is nothing new. My left wrist got all silly yesterday thinking it could save the day and catch me as I sat down. Pretty sure it's sprained. And there's lots of other random aches and pains.
But Mark said the look on my face was priceless. The feeling that you have as a kid, sledding in the snow was brought back for a few minutes, and I burned calories. So it's all good. I'll survive, let my boo boos heal and do it all again soon.
Five years ago when I started this journey I never would have imagined surviving the adventures that the new body and better health would allow me to survive. And it's only going to get better.
