Being a new year, having worked through the holidays, and feeling a bit guilty after getting home from a party at 4am on a Friday morning before work, this weekend I resolved to start "looking after myself." Instead of eating the microwaveable meals that the Silver Ferns seem to love so much, I am trying a somewhat revolutionary approach - not drinking beer combined with getting off my ass once in a while. I think the process is called exercise.
Bandi games are now scheduled for two days a week, and I have even taken up yoga ... yeah I don't know what's going on either. The snow has been a bit rubbish of late, so outside activities have been limited to walking on snow rather than sliding on it. Being as lazy as I am, for my kick start in to the world of fit people I chose to attempt climbing the nearest hill to my house - the 420m high Gvendarskal.
Holabryda and Gvendarskal ledge (left) looming ominously out my back doorThe weather was a bit fierce, and annoyingly the wind was still ripping all the snow off the top of the mountain where it should be. Ordinarily the walk takes about an hour or so, but today Pamela and I battled up the icy slopes for more than two hours. The deep snow drifts that had accumulated in the valleys were begging for a carve or two, but alas, the large rocks strewn about would have meant that attempting a run on a board would almost certainly have ended badly. I was forced to walk up AND down.
Battling - pure and simpleMy laziness, general poor level of fitness and bad weather combined to make me hate exercise all over again. By the time we reached the top one side of my face was partially frozen, I was cold, I was tired, and we still had to get down. Let's see how long this health buzz lasts.
That is a fake smile - I am not that happy, but Pamela probably is
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