January 11, 2003

Up and down and still somehow...

Make that six days in a row of working out. And on the seventh day, even if
it's not quite the right seventh day, I shall rest.

Today we hiked up
Picacho Peak, not to mention back down. It's only about a four-mile round trip,
but it's a sneaky one because you hike up 900 feet in a mile (this is steep, if
you're not a hiker), hike/climb back down what the guidebook I have claims
is 500 feet but seems like less, and then mostly climb up another 900 feet. There
are cables alongside for much of the last half and a lot of it would either be
impossible or very unsafe without them -- even with them a lot of people seemed to
be finding it scary.

Funny how fitness doesn't transition between
sports. Row 10K? No problem. Run 10K? Forget it. Hike a steep 4 miles? Can do, but
my lungs are still feeling the pain lo these several hours later and I don't think
my knees have forgiven me. We used to hike quite a lot, but have done much less of
it lately. Partly, it's because we've done most of the trails of that length
hereabouts and partly it's just that working out and working all week lead us to
want to collapse on the weekends.

Tomorrow I'm happy to say I have no
plans. Uh, except for going flying with Rudder at 8AM. And buying a calendar. And
finishing embroidering that damned tablecloth, again. And grocery shopping. But
nothing that really counts.

You know how it is.

Posted by dichroic at January 11, 2003 04:59 PM