We had absolutely amazing weather this weekend, cold, clear and crisp, so we took Bobs up Tiger Mountain to Poo Poo Point where the paragliders (or are they hanggliders? Bah, what do I know) launch…and once again I was reminded of the horrendous shape I am in. What little bit of stamina I had built up before I left for Norway has been all but negated by two months of a spud-like existence. I guess I have to add regular exercise to the de-cluttering list…my arteries will thank me for clearing away the crap!
Anyway, I ended up getting a migraine like I often do after my pulse has been high (it doesn’t even have to be after exercise – in high school I actually got a migraine because my heart was racing while I was waiting to get my term paper back (I got an A but the migraine lasted for days) – I guess it must have something to do with vasodilation?), so I have spent all day today on the couch. I am very woozy and very grumpy. Hrmf.
Conclusion: a great little hike that would be so much better if I wasn’t gasping for breath the entire time.