Yesterday afternoon I hiked for an hour and a half with my co-worker Maia.
We did a trail out off of Lucas Valley Road.
The trail, which was mainly a mixture of red dirt, gravel and a little granite, started out flat for the first 1/8th of a mile in an area completely wooded with Buckeye and Eucalyptus trees. After the first five minutes of flatish trail the path evolved into a sharp incline that jack-knifed upwards for the next 45 minutes.
After the first ten or so minutes of hitching our way up the hill, my ankles began to burn. It's ALWAYS my damn ankles that want to give up on me. First they burn, then they ache, and then they just sort of throb+pulse and remind me that they're highly disapproving of whatever I'm trying to get them to do. After 15 minutes I didn't think I was going to be able to keep walking. Every five minutes or so I had to stop with my hands on my hips, bend over and catch my breath. If I was alone, I may have turned around and walked back to my car but Maia kept saying "Okay, another ten minutes and we'll have a flat stretch and we can breath!" and so I did another ten minutes.
Finally we pushed up over the last steep hump in the road, made it to the crest at the top of the trail head and it was beautiful.
I stood there looking down at all of San Rafael, China Camp, the East Bay and Mount Tamalpias to my right with the wind blowing across my face, rustling through the Star Thistles and Rattlesnake Grass I was sitting in and I felt so proud of myself.
Proud for not sitting down and giving up halfway up the hill. Proud that I hauled myself up there carrying 100 pounds more than Maia has on her frame (she weighs around 140), proud of the sweat running down my back and puddling in my sports bra. Proud that even in my out of shape, overweight state I had gotten out there and gone for it.
This morning my knees feel stiff and wooden and the arches of my feet are a little achy, but it's not going to stop me from going to the gym this afternoon even if it's just for a little easy cardio and some time on the mat stretching myself out.
"One day at a time" is my mantra in regards to my body, my health, my lifestyle and for the first time in a while I feel like everything is going to be alright.