As Shane deserted me to pursue his own desires in Utah, I have been found partnerless in climbing, hiking, slacklining, and world domineering. Without the natural incentive to get outside and see the light of day, I have been mentally imprisoned in my solitary confinement. So, I decided I will set forth a new training regime: hike at least once a week, preferably on a new trail, no matter the weather conditions. Last week I decided to do a familiar route just to hone my navigation senses up rattlesnake canyon. Instead of the three hours it took Mom and I (including the slight detour), I did this one in an hour and a half. Not too much of an improvement, but I did it without trail running.
Anyway… That’s what I’ll be doing.
So how’s this going for you?
I’m keeping it real.
If you count skiing several times and a trip up to the Lizard’s Mouth, I’ve been sticking to the schedule.
Dave,
Dude. Trust me. It is only going to get worse. Everyone will get married, move away, have kids, take their dogs for walks; basically anything to avoid outside activities. I have finished the final stages of denial. I no longer wonder if anyone will climb/slackline/hike/have fun outside with me (even on holidays). Instead, I have started running all alone, playing whatever I can to get outside the house (we started playing racquetball once a week) and climbing at the gym by myself.
Oh yeah…and I forgot: You get fat. Trust me.
“You get fat” doesn’t seem to bother me that much… Actually, a little chub on me might be nice.