ONE OF THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE IS SHOW HOW BUFF WE ARE. And we are, right? Rippling legs, sinewy arms. Everybody loves buffness. It's so useful. In a bind...
... call my kind.
Until, well, someone actually calls or says something like...
We rode bikes yesterday for you, today I want to do a long hike for me.
And we say to ourselves... Hike. Sheesh. What could be easier than a hike with these tree trunks of mine?
There's a really pretty one. It's seven miles.
And we say to ourselves... 7 miles, no prob.
It was going so well. Surfergirl plotted the hike, filled up our bottles, grabbed some fruity things. Off we went.
Straight up for the first 3 miles.
Took just over an hour.
I barely broke a sweat.
But, here's where things got ugly. Seems maybe we ain't as buff as we think.
First, I was wearing these old New Balance Minimus shoes. As in minimal to nonexistent padding. As someone who rarely wears anything but flipflops and who only walks long distances in the sand this was quickly turning into misery on the balls of my feet.
Second, within about a mile on the return these tree trunks of mine were chopped into kindling. We aren't tough at all when it comes to the jarring of each downward step. The quads were definitely lighting up.
Third, and my favorite because it's gonna be around for at least a week, by the time we got back to the PEDALvan I was sure I'd developed a solid case of shin splints.
There are the things we do for love.
These are also the things we suffer for our love of getting around on two wheels vs two feet.
I'm just glad it turned out to be 6 miles vs the promised 7.
Speaking of promises...
... I can promise you we are nearly out of these beautiful bottles.
Get 'em while you can.
Delivered.... yes, the 2-pack.
? lbs - traveling with family and feeling bloateder
8 hours sleep