with admission of temporary defeat on the deadlifting front, my life has welcomed the return of weekly hiking, initiated two weekends prior with a short haul up montara mt. and trending this past weekend with a trip through the quicksilver mines of wherdjacallit. didn't see any quicksilver.
i dont talk as much as i used to on the trail -- although, to be fair, i do talk as much as or more than i talked on many of my hikes of yore (the solo ones). in any case, not much talking. after all, i'm no longer out there to meet people ;)
i'm still swift and sweaty on the uphills, and grim and grumpy on everything else. and after, i have hankerings for video games, pizza, and "lost". good times.
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