Not A Typo

Earlier this week, I decided to go hiking. No, that's not a typo. Hiking. It has been almost two years since I have been on the hiking trails at Balboa Park on a regular cadence. Hiking is one of those things that I really don't like to do alone. Since James has been in town with me, I decided to ask him to join me on the old trail. For the first time since I've known him, the tables were turned, as I recognized a worried look that James had toward the end of the trail. I had to reassure him that I could actually finish the hike, even though I had my own doubts. Although I really didn't set out to prove anything, it was nice to know that I could still finish a two mile hike.

As I recall, the last time I went on that particular trail in July, it was over 115 degrees in the shade. We decided to go in the early evening this time. It's nice to know that I actually learn from past experiences. I did also manage to experience the obligatory pain in places that I didn't think could even feel pain. I guess that can't be avoided. Well, I guess that's all for this hiking adventure. I feel confident that you won't hear about me bungee jumping or skydiving anytime soon, though.

See ya.