I lost my mind on Saturday and went for a hike. A hike! In the wilderness! With bugs and dirt and stuff. And lots and lots of uphill walking. I am not, as you might imagine, much of a hiker. I'm barely a get-off-my-couch-and-go-to-the-gym-er. And I've only ever hiked under extreme protest. I love being outside in nature but walking uphill has never made sense to me.
Who knows what came over me. It was just so beautiful outside when I walked out to go to the gym and I couldn't bare the idea of being inside so I stopped at a gas station to get some sunscreen (because I didn't lose my mind entirely.) and went to the Claremont loop, which is wilderness-ish. It's a well maintained trail (well, really a fire road) through the foothills and it's very lovely.
If it didn't involve gasping for air I can see how hiking would suit me. I'm a solitary person by nature and being alone in the wilderness is heaven for me. Well, alone in the sense that I was walking by myself, but really, there were a ton of folks out enjoying the fresh air. Like these folks:
1. People who run uphill. They would zip past me and I'd think, "Oh brother, there must be a bear coming. I should act like a rock or something," and then turn around and see that there wasn't a bear. They were just running.
2. This girl who lifted up her shirt to adjust the PLASTIC WRAP she had around her stomach. Um? Can you imagine how uncomfortable this must have been? And expensive. And also, pointless. Unless she's a jockey and had a weigh-in that afternoon, in which case, go for it. Have you read Seabiscut? Jockeys have done way worse to lose water weight.
3. Every single person who passed me said hi. Everyone. There was a man who was walking behind me for a while and he literally said hi to everyone walking the other way. You're super friendly, Claremont Loopers, and I appreciate that.
4. I was walking the back way so the first mile marker on the loop said, "mile 4" (because it's 5 miles) and as I was resting and enjoying the view several groups were doing the same and all of them commented, "Hey, we made it 4 miles! Only one more to go!" Except that they had all come the same way I had, which means they had made it 1 mile. They're going to be really disappointed when they realize they're not doing a 4 minute mile. Even those runners who weren't being chased by bears were not hitting that mark.