After checking for spiders in our bedding, I crawled in, set my alarm for an early morning run, and tried to sleep. My heart raced as I thought about spiders, and then about bears. I’ve heard horror stories about people running near a baby bear and then being attacked by the momma.
I must’ve fallen asleep eventually, for my alarm woke me at 5:30 AM. My usual start time. I was shocked by how dark it was. Back home, the sun would’ve been on the horizon. Still afraid of bears, I laid back down til 6.
Once it was light enough, I laced up my shoes and headed out the door.
Since our cabin was located high up in the mountains, I decided I would run down the steep hills for about a mile, and then hike it back up. With as steep as it was, I was fairly certain I’d get a good workout.
I left my headphones inside, so I could hear the sound of an angry bear, and began running down the mountain.
It was all I could do to keep myself from falling and rolling the rest of the way down. It was STEEP!
At a little over a mile, I turned around and began the hike back UP the mountain.
I felt pretty comfortable by then. I hadn’t seen any wild creatures other than a few squirrels and some birds, so my racing heart meant I was gettin’ the workout I had hoped for.
We went about our very fun day (more on that later), but by that evening I was feeling the tightness in my legs. When I woke on Wednesday, I could barely get out of bed.
Still, I set out for another workout. This time, I had planned to walk down the mountain, and run as much as I could on the way up.
O. M. G. My legs hurt SO bad. Each step was excruciating, but I was determined to keep going and loosen them up. I prayed my muscles wouldn’t give out and send me rolling down the hill.
Coming back up was a little easier, using different muscles I suppose.
We spent the latter part of the day walking the Gatlinburg strip, and I cried the whole way. Normally I would be out in front leading the pack, but that day I was bringing up the rear. Anytime a stair step was involved, I cringed. Especially if it was a step down. Once, Chip offered to piggy-back me down a flight of stairs after eating on the second level of a restaurant. My hubby just said, “Is this what it’s going to be like when you’re old?”
Two days later and they’re still sore. My family likes it… they can keep up with me now…
and I got a pretty good swagger going on…