My sister’s bucket list keeps changing and I have to say, I’m okay with it. She decided that she wanted to try skydiving, which I have to say…I SUPPORT. She also said she wanted to run a marathon and hike a mountain. Last two…not so much. Gotta say.
I don’t want to be a bad sister, but I have talked her down from the marathon and into a 10k and hiking Mt. Lassen this summer. She has agreed. I started training and she is blessed by God with the ability to be able to pull that inner strength from her elbows or something and do it without any sort of effort. She’s kind of a bitch that way.
Last night I started the preparations for the mountain. I’ve climbed it twice before and I have to say, it sucks. I complained the whole way up. I’m not much of an, “oh look, a bird, listen to the sounds of nature, oh that view is amazing” kind of girl. I’m more of a ‘Get me to the top of this thing, cross it off your damn bucket list and let’s go get a freaking drink and hot bath!” kind of girl.
I realize that the treadmill isn’t the ideal way to prepare for the hike. This isn’t a shocking realization for me since I will actually wait for the one treadmill that is located directly under the air conditioner and the fan so I don’t over heat. Something tells me that I won’t be so lucky while climbing that mountain. I did a level 13 incline for 3.5 miles last night. Today, I am in a touch of pain.
While on the treadmill trying to look like I wasn’t going to pass out, I had a friend texting me and I have to say, the looks I was getting as I burst into laughter were not good. It could have been the “Jump Bitches. Team Dock a Ho” t-shirt I was wearing in addition.
Today, as tired as I am, I feel fantastic. Yes, freedom gave me a right hook to the jaw, but I am coming back with a round house!