How I Know I'm Getting Old
Or at least, my knees. Yesterday afternoon Peebs and I walked down to Stulsaft Park, only about 1.4 miles away, to kill some time; if you've ever been to our house, you know that no matter which way you cut it, you're dealing with hills. Granted, the hills aren't awful, but they are consistent, particularly with a stroller, so I was just dreading the climb back up.
Funnily enough, it was the downhill trek that had my knees screaming and demanding a revolution. Going back up was, dare I say, easy? I don't know that I'd go so far as to say 'pleasant', but it wasn't nearly the death march I was expecting. It was, however, a tiny reminder of 'hello Heather, welcome to the slow downhill slide into middle age'. Quite literally, in fact.
PS: In case anyone is wondering, no, we didn't encounter a mountain lion.
by at January 19, 2008 12:18 PM
Posted by: Jen on January 21, 2008 1:45 PM
You made a Dante joke!
you're such a nerd.