Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I finally hiked Pilot Butte. Holey Moley, the first leg of that hike is steep. I'm so glad I didn't carry my hand weights up with me. I might have flopped onto the ground from exhaustion, and said "go on without me, Jen, finish your quest, you've trained long and hard for this..."
I wouldn't have minded carrying some weights on the way down though, to get the most out of my 45 minutes of walking I can, in a multi-tasking way. Must keep that heart rate in the zone to burn the chub!
Maybe next time I could hire a Sherpa to carry the weights up, then I could carry them down. The Sherpa could spend their morning schlepping up and down the hill, ferrying weights.
I might pay someone a dollar to be a Schleper Sherpa. If they were fast and strong, and able to carry many weights for other Chubby Mommies, they could make a decent living. Maybe some day I could be a Schleper Sherpa myself.
It's good to have goals.