This past weekend we hiked….and hiked and then threw in a hike on Tuesday, just for fun. Now I like to hike and the trails on Oahu are great. But three hikes, two on Saturday and one on Tuesday, were a bit much for this 53-year-old, out-of-shape body!
Our first hike Saturday took place in a forest. It was nice and cool, and muddy and slippery. I walked most of the trail, but when I got to the creek crossing and looked at the vertical hill to the top, I decided it was time to stop. I parked myself on a rock on the bank of the creek and sent the Good Chaplain on his way.
The second hike, planned by a chaplain friend, was a different story. Our friend told me the hike was easy. A few spots were steep, but not bad. And, the selling point — it was dry! I agreed to try even though I was pretty tired.
As usual, I lagged the rest of the group. Hiking is hard work and I stopped several times to catch my breath. As we went up and up, I rested more often. The sun beat down on us. Sweat poured down my face. About 300 yards from the finish line, my legs rebelled.
“I can’t go any further,” I told the Good Chaplain. “My legs are refusing to move.”
We parked ourselves in a little clearing overlooking the bay below us. The wind blew through my sweaty hair and clothing, cooling me off. Just then, our friend called the Good Chaplain’s cell. “You are so close. I hate for you to miss this view. I’ll meet you halfway and help you up the rest of the way.”
We continued on. Someone installed a rope to help people pull themselves up the very steep hill. Chaplain friend held the rope taut ahead of me, while the Good Chaplain did the same below me. I grudgingly trudged up the last 300 yards, with a promise of amazing views and, more importantly, chocolate at the top. The views were beautiful and I did get my chocolate.
Once back at the bottom, I chastised Chaplain friend for saying it was an easy hike. “I forgot how steep some of it was,” he smiled. Honestly, I think the second hike wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t already hiked another trail that day.
I can’t say the same for the Tuesday hike. Again Chaplain friend said it was easy, but to me it was anything but easy. Unless you like steep, rocky, curvy trails. As I sat at the first World War II-era pillbox, I did pick out a few houses and some empty lots on the beach the Good Chaplain could buy for me if he were so inclined!
As hard as the hikes were, I enjoyed pushing myself and proving I could do it. But I think maybe I’ll become a beach person instead of a hiker!
What do you do to challenge yourself? Please share in the comments below.