Journal: Entry for Tashmere
Oooh...is this what a testesterone rush feels like?
Author: Tashmere Send a noteboard
Posted: 28/06/2010 11:11:56 PM
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This morning I volunteered (!) to go on the hike up White's Creek that Craig has been trying to get me to go on for months.
"Really?" he asked, "You want to go?"
Unwilling to lie, I told him while I didn't want to go, I wasn't as averse to the idea as I usually am and that he could probably get me to go without having to drag me the whole way with my heels leaving deep furroughs of freshly turned earth or asphalt.
On the drive up there, I carefully told Craig that I was not going on this to impress him with my stamina and that if he wanted me to ever go again he needed to know that I wasn't going to go so far that I ended up miserable and never wanted to go again. He said that was okay.
I knew within the first five minutes when I went up the first hill that I wasn't going to last. When he turned his ankle at ten minutes I had high hopes that we were going to have to go back and I would be off the hook. But he shook it off and kept on. Dang. But the further we went, the prettier it got.
My eyes and my brain were actually enjoying themselves. The parts that constitute my lower body...not so much. In fact they started mumbling about idiots in ivory towers which I am sure were purposely stated loudly enough for my eyes and brains to overhear. By the time we left the day trail and entered the wilderness area, other parts of the body were joining in the discontent. We were almost to the end when the denizens of my groin area apparently started setting fires and I thought I heard a couple of other parts murmer something about "scragging". At that point, I told Craig that I thought we should probably start back.
I had not realized just how far we had come until I started going back. The saving grace was that while the trip out was mostly uphill, the trip back just happened to be downhill. What a nice suprise! The longer it took to get back and the more I realized what I had accomplished the prouder I got about how much I had actually manned up! I was almost a freak of nature to do as well as I did for how out of shape I am! We probably did 6 1/2 to 7 miles. So I am riding a tide of self-congratulations and adulation right now. I completely rock!! Tomorrow my lower body will bring me back to the real world. For now, I will bask in the inner applause.
"Really?" he asked, "You want to go?"
Unwilling to lie, I told him while I didn't want to go, I wasn't as averse to the idea as I usually am and that he could probably get me to go without having to drag me the whole way with my heels leaving deep furroughs of freshly turned earth or asphalt.
On the drive up there, I carefully told Craig that I was not going on this to impress him with my stamina and that if he wanted me to ever go again he needed to know that I wasn't going to go so far that I ended up miserable and never wanted to go again. He said that was okay.
I knew within the first five minutes when I went up the first hill that I wasn't going to last. When he turned his ankle at ten minutes I had high hopes that we were going to have to go back and I would be off the hook. But he shook it off and kept on. Dang. But the further we went, the prettier it got.
My eyes and my brain were actually enjoying themselves. The parts that constitute my lower body...not so much. In fact they started mumbling about idiots in ivory towers which I am sure were purposely stated loudly enough for my eyes and brains to overhear. By the time we left the day trail and entered the wilderness area, other parts of the body were joining in the discontent. We were almost to the end when the denizens of my groin area apparently started setting fires and I thought I heard a couple of other parts murmer something about "scragging". At that point, I told Craig that I thought we should probably start back.
I had not realized just how far we had come until I started going back. The saving grace was that while the trip out was mostly uphill, the trip back just happened to be downhill. What a nice suprise! The longer it took to get back and the more I realized what I had accomplished the prouder I got about how much I had actually manned up! I was almost a freak of nature to do as well as I did for how out of shape I am! We probably did 6 1/2 to 7 miles. So I am riding a tide of self-congratulations and adulation right now. I completely rock!! Tomorrow my lower body will bring me back to the real world. For now, I will bask in the inner applause.
Way to go!
I've always found that coming back down is harder than going up, because I'm already tired and the act of walking downhill puts a lot of pressure on my knees and ankles (compared to going up, which puts the pressure on stronger parts of my legs). If I take my time going up I'm usually fine at the top, but then going back down wrecks me a little and I collapse when I get home.
The views sure are nice though.
The views sure are nice though.
take 3 advil tonight, drink some water, you'll be fine!! Rock On, Tash!!! w00t!! *NM*
This morning I volunteered (!) to go on the hike up White's Creek that Craig has been trying to get me to go on for months.
"Really?" he asked, "You want to go?"
Unwilling to lie, I told him while I didn't want to go, I wasn't as averse to the idea as I usually am and that he could probably get me to go without having to drag me the whole way with my heels leaving deep furroughs of freshly turned earth or asphalt.
On the drive up there, I carefully told Craig that I was not going on this to impress him with my stamina and that if he wanted me to ever go again he needed to know that I wasn't going to go so far that I ended up miserable and never wanted to go again. He said that was okay.
I knew within the first five minutes when I went up the first hill that I wasn't going to last. When he turned his ankle at ten minutes I had high hopes that we were going to have to go back and I would be off the hook. But he shook it off and kept on. Dang. But the further we went, the prettier it got.
My eyes and my brain were actually enjoying themselves. The parts that constitute my lower body...not so much. In fact they started mumbling about idiots in ivory towers which I am sure were purposely stated loudly enough for my eyes and brains to overhear. By the time we left the day trail and entered the wilderness area, other parts of the body were joining in the discontent. We were almost to the end when the denizens of my groin area apparently started setting fires and I thought I heard a couple of other parts murmer something about "scragging". At that point, I told Craig that I thought we should probably start back.
I had not realized just how far we had come until I started going back. The saving grace was that while the trip out was mostly uphill, the trip back just happened to be downhill. What a nice suprise! The longer it took to get back and the more I realized what I had accomplished the prouder I got about how much I had actually manned up! I was almost a freak of nature to do as well as I did for how out of shape I am! We probably did 6 1/2 to 7 miles. So I am riding a tide of self-congratulations and adulation right now. I completely rock!! Tomorrow my lower body will bring me back to the real world. For now, I will bask in the inner applause.
Oddly it has been six hours and rigormortis has not set in yet. I would like to think that it won't
but I think that my body is just planning on ambushing me during the night and that when the alarm goes off in the morning, I won't be able to do anything but lay there like a mannequin and listen to whichever inane song is playing when it goes off. I think that Craig will just lay there laughing at me, especially if it is something like "Afternoon Delight". (I love him but he does have a sick sense of humor when it comes to auditory torture.)
I think it is the old of heart and mind that happens to. 
you are safe!! *NM*
you are safe!! *NM*
This morning I volunteered (!) to go on the hike up White's Creek that Craig has been trying to get me to go on for months.
"Really?" he asked, "You want to go?"
Unwilling to lie, I told him while I didn't want to go, I wasn't as averse to the idea as I usually am and that he could probably get me to go without having to drag me the whole way with my heels leaving deep furroughs of freshly turned earth or asphalt.
On the drive up there, I carefully told Craig that I was not going on this to impress him with my stamina and that if he wanted me to ever go again he needed to know that I wasn't going to go so far that I ended up miserable and never wanted to go again. He said that was okay.
I knew within the first five minutes when I went up the first hill that I wasn't going to last. When he turned his ankle at ten minutes I had high hopes that we were going to have to go back and I would be off the hook. But he shook it off and kept on. Dang. But the further we went, the prettier it got.
My eyes and my brain were actually enjoying themselves. The parts that constitute my lower body...not so much. In fact they started mumbling about idiots in ivory towers which I am sure were purposely stated loudly enough for my eyes and brains to overhear. By the time we left the day trail and entered the wilderness area, other parts of the body were joining in the discontent. We were almost to the end when the denizens of my groin area apparently started setting fires and I thought I heard a couple of other parts murmer something about "scragging". At that point, I told Craig that I thought we should probably start back.
I had not realized just how far we had come until I started going back. The saving grace was that while the trip out was mostly uphill, the trip back just happened to be downhill. What a nice suprise! The longer it took to get back and the more I realized what I had accomplished the prouder I got about how much I had actually manned up! I was almost a freak of nature to do as well as I did for how out of shape I am! We probably did 6 1/2 to 7 miles. So I am riding a tide of self-congratulations and adulation right now. I completely rock!! Tomorrow my lower body will bring me back to the real world. For now, I will bask in the inner applause.
"Really?" he asked, "You want to go?"
Unwilling to lie, I told him while I didn't want to go, I wasn't as averse to the idea as I usually am and that he could probably get me to go without having to drag me the whole way with my heels leaving deep furroughs of freshly turned earth or asphalt.
On the drive up there, I carefully told Craig that I was not going on this to impress him with my stamina and that if he wanted me to ever go again he needed to know that I wasn't going to go so far that I ended up miserable and never wanted to go again. He said that was okay.
I knew within the first five minutes when I went up the first hill that I wasn't going to last. When he turned his ankle at ten minutes I had high hopes that we were going to have to go back and I would be off the hook. But he shook it off and kept on. Dang. But the further we went, the prettier it got.
My eyes and my brain were actually enjoying themselves. The parts that constitute my lower body...not so much. In fact they started mumbling about idiots in ivory towers which I am sure were purposely stated loudly enough for my eyes and brains to overhear. By the time we left the day trail and entered the wilderness area, other parts of the body were joining in the discontent. We were almost to the end when the denizens of my groin area apparently started setting fires and I thought I heard a couple of other parts murmer something about "scragging". At that point, I told Craig that I thought we should probably start back.
I had not realized just how far we had come until I started going back. The saving grace was that while the trip out was mostly uphill, the trip back just happened to be downhill. What a nice suprise! The longer it took to get back and the more I realized what I had accomplished the prouder I got about how much I had actually manned up! I was almost a freak of nature to do as well as I did for how out of shape I am! We probably did 6 1/2 to 7 miles. So I am riding a tide of self-congratulations and adulation right now. I completely rock!! Tomorrow my lower body will bring me back to the real world. For now, I will bask in the inner applause.
You DO rock!
Both for what you accomplished with the hike and for the gift you gave your hubby. You're awesome 
(I agree with Starbecca too, some preemptive anti-inflammatories are a good idea. Also drink lots and lots of water.)
(I agree with Starbecca too, some preemptive anti-inflammatories are a good idea. Also drink lots and lots of water.)
hopefully not testosterone but endorphins... don't want you to suddenly grow a beard!
yay hiking!
Well done. 
Glad you had a nice time, and a nice trip. Sounds like when m'lady and I went to the top of Multnomah Falls this time last year--except that was only a mile and a half long and a few thousand feet up, but, well, maybe we can work our way up to your grownup hikes later. Naproxen sodium (or Aleve, if you prefer the trade name) FTW, and nice job.
Naproxen sodium (or Aleve, if you prefer the trade name) FTW, and nice job.