Gaz and I revisited the 1000 Steps yesterday. As part of our exercise regime (my fancy name to describe putting out the laundry, walking from the couch to the fridge etc), we aim to go to the 1000 Steps every Saturday. We visited the place about a month ago but haven't been able to go since then despite our best intentions. Other things just came up e.g. someone's party, other activities, sleep, you get the idea.
Anyway, Gaz was really struggling the last time we were there. This time, it was me who had to stop twice to catch my breath during the journey up. I even contemplated sitting on one of the benches in the middle of the hill indefinitely. Towards the end of the climb, the steps were the biggest and steepest. If my legs could scream, they would have lost their voice. Every leg muscle was aching and I was silently vowing not to come back! I was pretty sure it was the lard I'd consumed yesterday that weighed me down.
It occurred to me that my life at the moment is much like climbing the hill. With the state of the economy, things at work just became a whole lot uncertain. It's an uphill battle all the time. I don't know how much further I have to climb, when will things be better? Sometimes I just want stagnate, sit down in the middle of the climb and stay there, or give up. But I can't. Some parts of the climb is so much more difficult than the ones I've done. I know eventually I will reach the top, just like I did yesterday and then going down the hill will be much less painful. It was a breezy experience compared to the 1/2 hour climb before. Just like life will be. I'm glad that Gaz was there, and is here in my life. It makes the journey less scary.
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