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Whenever people talked about wanting to go hiking out of their own free will, I thought that they were crazy. Insane. Who would put themselves through that for fun??

The only times that I've been hiking has been at girls camp. I had no say in the hike, how far we went, and we went over all the things that could go wrong while hiking. While these re good things to know, and knowledge is power, it's not the best thing to hear before embarking out into the woods. 

Sammy has been wanting to go hiking for quite some time. So I finally agreed and we went out on Labor Day Weekend. It was a rough start to the morning because I was feeling anxious about the whole thing. Somehow we made it into the car and out into the woods. 

Once we got started hiking, and after a little heart to heart about my anxieties about going out, I started to enjoy it. I loved feeling my body working. Unlike running around our neighborhood, I felt accomplished after climbing over rocks and up the trail. Sammy and I stopped and took a break and sat on a huge rock and just discussed everything and anything. It was a great moment to check in with each other and just enjoy each other outside.
When I told Sammy that I was seeing all the different ways we could die, we just laughed it off together. 

 When we reached the top of the trail, we sat down again on some huge rocks and just looked out into the valley. It was beautiful.
After that hike I couldn't wait to go hiking once again. I felt so accomplished afterwards and it was so peaceful being out there with Sammy in nature. 

We tried to go again the next Saturday and that was nowhere near as nice. The place we decided to go was having a race that day. We had to drive up the dirt trail behind the racers. We missed the trail we wanted to do, and the hearest one had racers on it as well. A little upset, we hiked down to the bathroom, and then back up to our car. It turned out to actually be a hike, we were winded, dizzy, and sore by the time we got back to the car. 

I haven't given up on hiking yet though. Hopefully the next time will be as enjoyable as our first! 

Comments

  1. BaileySeptember 28, 2016 at 7:59 AM

    I used to not be into hiking but I love it now! Okay, so I still hate my life while I'm dying on a hillside, but overall I do enjoy it. I love spending time with Andy and being out in nature.

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