As I sit here and type, its Sunday evening and the embers of the fire pit are of fiery orange, and so is every last muscle of my body. I am rewarded with the feeling of accomplishment, yet my hiney feels full of lead and I have become one with my chair.
We were gifted with a weekend of beautiful spring weather in the Northeast, and here at Be Fed Again, we took advantage of every last minute of it. We spent most of the weekend outside, working on projects new and old. And somewhere between late Saturday evening, and what the heck were we thinking, we decided to take a hike Sunday morning.
It all began with a good step. We were only about 20 yards into our hike, when I started to huff and puff. Not even half way in to our hike, I was convincing myself that I had, at that moment, developed asthma. When we reached three quarters of our climb, I was preaching that this hike was the dumbest idea I had ever heard of. And as I was feeling every bit of my age, the Little Miss was whining to beat the band; Sean was growing ever so quiet; Hudson was losing the spring in his step, yet Mac was talking up a storm and feeling no pain nor shortness of breath. In fact, he was talking every step of the way.
I checked out. Somewhere between Mac fretting Hans Solo losing his life because the dark side, and his upcoming anatomy test at school, my train of thought was drawing a blank. I comprehended nothing. I didn’t take in the views. I had to put blinders on the Little Miss with her dramatic expression of pain, and my gluteus maximus was feeling every bit of maximus burn.
But all of the discomfort was quickly forgotten when we reached the top. The views were incredible.
We stood at the summit for a while, as we caught our breath and posed for pictures. I was energized by the view and wanted to take an hour or two, to breathe in the inspiration and allow the altitude to wrap around me like a blanket. But methodical and romantic thoughts only lasted a moment before the kids lost interest and Hudson was out of water. At that point, we headed back down the mountain.
Yet after this long and what turned out to be a very rewarding hike, we returned home with a to-do list a mile long and a mind set of best effort. We had the chain saw chopping, and the power sander sanding. Hudson laid parked in his spot for hours and the kids entertained themselves with bikes and scooters.
With the busyness of projects, and the novice accomplishment of a family hike, we worked on a lot, but didn’t fully accomplish a thing. The souvenir is right around the corner. That sanded table is going to look amazing, and the tree that had been attacked by woodpeckers will become fireplace fodder. But in the meantime, I’ll covet this warm spring weather, and let it fuel my energy into some additional spring giddy up.