Before Christmas, I probably couldn’t walk a mile. In January, New Year’s resolve in hand, I got my ass outside nearly every single day. By month’s end I could walk two or three miles without difficulty. In February, various illnesses coupled with weather and I stayed inside about half the time. It’s March and I am trying to get myself back outside, but it seems that my endurance hasn’t suffered as much as I feared.
A year ago I took this picture from another trail:
That was as far as we got (and it’s possible the picture was taken on zoom). Getting that far, on a much easier trail, nearly killed me. Today?
Not only did we not turn around, but I carried Sam up the final, steepest part of the trail.