It’s Wednesday night, which means the much awaited weekend is finally approaching. I’m supposed to climb Mount Monadnock this weekend, but my pride is still recovering from Mount Wachusett last weekend. Mount Wachusett is great for beginners; it only takes about 45 minutes to get to the top. Too bad I had to take a break halfway up, huffing and puffing like an asthmatic geriatric. I comforted myself with the idea that someone who spent the first 30+ years of their life living at sea level probably has trouble adjusting to variations in altitude. The cold hard truth is that I’m out of shape. I sit behind a desk 5 days a week, and when I come home, I spend my time cooking a fancy dinner and eating it instead of exercising. Cardio has never been something I enjoy.
However, I made both the climb and the descent without injury, a major victory for someone like myself who has a knack for mishaps. By the end of the summer (or is it before the next snow up here in New England?), I will conquer one of the 4,000+ foot peaks found among the White Mountains in New Hampshire. So, I vow to do my best to rally and make my way up Monadnock this weekend, one step at a time.