Ouch.

05:12.49 - Tuesday 20th February 2007   (Link to This Entry)

In preparation for this year's jaunt up to Scotland, I went out for my 3-mile walk in my hiking boots. This was the very same pair I'd used last year in my failed, half-hearted attempt to scale Ben Nevis and I figured things wouldn't be too bad - at least not as bad as the old trainers I used that took the skin off the back of my ankles.

The regular pounding of feet on concrete proved too much for my dainty plates, and I've been rewarded with a few blisters. I parked closer to the office this morning to minimise any further walking throughout the day.

This year I'll be a bit more prepared and should make it to the top, where I can bask in the glory of accomplishment (while gasping for breath, naturally) before making my way back down again. K has said he's up for the trip as well so it could be fun.

I may also invest in a couple of hiking poles, since the trip down proved to be the worst bit by far. The steps slope ever so slightly downhill, and they're big enough to force you to drop, rather than step down. Repeat that over a couple of hours and it's bloody agony, especally with my dodgy hip.

It'll be a victory for fat, out-of-breath, old blokes everywhere.

Boink!

10:20.01 - Tuesday 20th February 2007   (Link to This Entry)

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