Up a hill…
Yesterday morning, while we were having coffee and deciding what to do for the day, Marty came up with two suggestions: One was to go for a freedive and the other one was to go and check out the “hill” behind the house. I had the option of either going for a freedive (which is one of my favourite things to do!) or go for a hike, something I struggle to find joy in. Hiking it is! I guess I got amnesia since my latest hiking episode in Spain.
As we approached the hill I already started questioning my skills in decision making and asked myself: why I always advise others to “make good choices” yet, I can’t make any good ones myself?
After huffing, puffing and getting creative with profanity we made it to the top! (Marty handled it with grace, by the way.) I sat down in the middle of the pathway for a bit just to cool down, lick my wounds and figure out if I am brave or if I am just one big sissie when it comes to hiking.
I got over myself and we made our way back down to town. I tried to work out why do I keep going back to hiking even if it’s just a hill when I know I’m going to get impatient with myself and regret it within the first few meters up.
I want to like it and enjoy it, I guess it is just something way out of my comfort zone and it’s not an everyday/every weekend thing for me. It’s not my thing at all but I still do it. I guess it’s my way of challenging myself and breaking out of that “comfort zone and routine”.
I will most probably not remember that very wise and philosophical paragraph above when I get myself on a hike again! In the end, it was worth it and the sigh of relief when we got to the bottom and the jump in the pool afterwards was so rewarding!
I hope that you all have a happy week and go and find some adventure in it!