Over the weekend I ran up a hill. No not metaphorically like this;

But that was as good an excuse as any to have a sing along – I mean who doesn’t love a bit of Kate Bush? I know that I’ll always feel all the feels as I ponce around to her tunes – I mean I’m more into Babooshka but we’ll save that for another time. Now that we’re past that I should probably confess that most of the running actually occurred when we were going downhill, and I’m gonna go with it being more of a mountain than a hill (if only to make myself feel better)…

If you’re from Adelaide, you’ll know what I’m talking about – the old Mt Lofty climb, sure it’s no Everest but it’s just as busy – if not more so (based on my extensive knowledge of the foot traffic on Everest *cough*). For the young and young at heart, the fit and the non-so fit, the Lorna Jane clad and the curiously clothed (yes, I saw a dude wearing skinny jeans and a chick in a maxi dress and runners) this fitness trend is one that all Adelaide-ians seem to be getting around. You’re hard pressed to find a car park at Waterfall Gully -a.k.a base camp, so you might need to park a bit further away and extend your journey a bit – but that shouldn’t really matter if you’re there for the fitness. If it’s just a selfie at the top of the hill for your Instagram account (with the words #blessed and #fitspo in the description) that you’re after then you might just want to drive to the top – yes, that is actually an option, although you may be forgiven for thinking otherwise considering how busy the path can get. This walk isn’t one for the faint hearted. Sure, by all means give it a go – but don’t come crying to me when your legs feel more like jelly than human flesh and even the most basic daily tasks are an arduous chore. I mean you can, but I won’t be giving you sympathy.
I should know – my weekend stroll was my first attempt in around three years – it took that long for the trauma to fade. Sure, my friend and I took the long way (via Chambers Gully) and yes we did actually run down part of it, so I have no one to blame except myself but let me have a moment…MY WHOLE BODY WANTED TO CRY TEARS OF PAIN FROM EVERY WHERE IN THE AFTERMATH OF THIS ‘WALK’.
So now we’ve dealt with that, let me say that it is indeed a lovely walk – a bitch to every leg muscle (and some other muscles as well actually…) but whatever. I do like to think I’m fairly fit, so please don’t judge me too much for my little whinge. I’ll do it again but lemme say a few things first;

People (mainly ladies) who are nearing the top, wearing full make-up and barely a drop of sweat – SCREW YOU

People – some as old as my grandparents, overtaking 24 year old me as I crawl to the top – SCREW YOU

The ones with beats pumping in their skulls, tackling it on their own – SCREW YOU

Annnnnnd I guess it’s time to be adult because when I say ‘screw you’, it’s actually ‘good on you, you’re flippin awesome’ – it’s just that when you’re covered in sweat, every muscle is screaming out in pain and your stomach is rumbling with hunger pains, then ‘screw you’ seems to be the best response to anyone coping better than you. Except for the women wearing full faces of make-up, they actually need to check themselves before they, y’know, wreck themselves.

Call me crazy but you know what? I think I might do it again next week – or at least some kind of physical exercise…stay tuned for more (and yes, I will also do a write up of The Art of Asking at some point…)