That was the question and don’t ask me why I responded with such vim and vigor. I hardly recognize myself. I’m just pretty much solid muscle now.
So back in November I decided I was going to get in shape so I could go on hikes with my family instead of just passing out alongside the trail. Seriously, go look at this post and die laughing at the second picture posted. I’m just not a natural hiker. At all.
So I biked 18 miles in November.
And did some pilates in December. With the idea that maybe I could make my leg muscles figure out what they were supposed to be doing.
And began hiking within 24 hours of our arrival. And had to take who knows how many breaks where I would find a rock and just sprawl out. My legs did ok. My lungs did not. I really dislike cardio.
And so I’m at 29 miles. It’s exactly one mile from Journeys End to the top of the Cayucos Hill. Works out pretty well. I’ve missed one day and only made it halfway up the hill one night due to the mountain lion tracks we spotted which scared me half to death.
And I’m pretty darn impressed with myself.
And I’m still the slowest hiker you’ll meet.
Three cheers all around.