Aching thighs

Yesterday I went out to the White Tanks and tackled Goat Camp Trail yet again. This trail has defeated me several times. I get to the steep part and I just give up. But yesterday I sailed past my previous record and almost reached the top. I probably could have made it, but I could feel the telltale signs of the end of my metaphorical rope coming on. I decided to save it for next time. The view of the other side would be my reward for the next stage of my comeback. By the time I got back to my car I was awfully glad I'd made that decision. The last half mile was painful.

Tonight another long city walk, must have been at least four miles, augmented by losing Homie in the park and having to circle back to find him. Now, with aching thighs that don't want to straighten for me to stand, hubby keeps asking with twinkling eyes if I want to split another little blue pill tonight. Sigh, ...maybe.