I guess I’m trying to make up for sitting on my butt all winter, but over the past 8 days, I have hiked 22 miles! That is 22 MOUNTAIN miles, folks. My legs feel like noodles. Going straight up steps or up steep grades isn’t easy and I realize just how much fitness I have lost since last November. I know all of this. Why do I let it happen year after year?
What is the deal with our winters? I understand that rain and 33 degrees is the worst hiking weather … and that the parkway is closed for the winter. I understand that family obligations ramp up, but I don’t understand why I let life control me rather than the other way around. I promise that next winter will be different.
Having said that … I’ve thrown myself back into the hiking groove. So, I’m proud of my last 22 miles. (My feet hurt.) Chimney Rock is so close, that is what I choose when I need something quick. So, today, that is where I hiked. It was extremely crowded. I was rewarded, however, with the blooming Eastern Redbud. They are so delicately pretty and they don’t stink like some flowering trees.
Here are the pictures. I hope you can see the detail of the pretty little flowers.