Tuesday, September 22, 2009
A walk on the edgy side
Went for a hike out at Cape Lookout. I'd expected it to be a mere walk, but actually we spent hours scrambling over tree roots or around obstacles. The muscles around my ankles were sore, though the rest of my leg muscles were fine.
And it was one of those rare days when the coast is warm, sunny, and windless. The Pacific resembled a lake more than an ocean.
Bad luck for the paragliders and surfers, good luck for me.
My only complaint was that the trail was a bit close to the edge. As in right next to it.
And there are parts of the trail where you can look about 800 feet down... a few inches from your foot. Did I mention my fear of heights?
Still, it was a beautiful day.
Exercise du jour:
Sunday: 4 hours hiking. Tuesday: 1 hour walking.
I am a little troubled about my exercise companion. Two years ago, we went on a hike and she left me in the dust. (But in a nice, non-judgmental way.) Now, she kept having to stop every five minutes to take a break. A hike that's supposed to take 2-1/2 to 3 hours took us 4.
The problem is we're supposed to participate in a run/walk in a few weeks, one that we have to finish within a certain time frame or we'll get picked up by a van. (The route crosses a bridge that's only closed to traffic for a couple hours.) I really don't see how we can make it if she has to keep taking a break. The last thing I want to do is push too hard and have her collapse from exhaustion.
I'm not used to being the more-fit one. It feels very odd.