Now I know what you are thinking. Mama Mama you are a homebody. You pay someone to make you exercise. You are not the type to go on a 9 mile hike in the snow and ice in mid-November.
'Tis true fair readers, 'tis true. I ended up doing this because I had a plan and it backfired. BIG TIME. Let me explain. Back in August, my sister watched the Young Contrarians so my husband and I could have a night away from our children. We went to this resort in Connecticut and had a wonderfully relaxing time. We also spent most of the time planning how we could do this sort of thing again. I knew then that another night away would be Mark's birthday gift.
When my husband's birthday arrived a few weeks ago, he was thrilled when I announced that we could go away again. I told him that we could do whatever he wanted which is when all this planning backfired on me. Instead of relaxing in a heated pool somewhere, he said that he wanted to do a long hike in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. (Why, after all these years together, would I think he would NOT want to go hiking? I am an idiot.)
So hiking we did. It was a long, difficult hike with snow, ice, and wind. I expected it to be a test of my fitness but that actually turned out to be a non-issue. (Believe in miracles people.) What I found so challenging was the mental aspect of the climb. I am very risk-averse which makes me a slow, deliberate hiker. The first two miles of the descent were extremely rocky and covered in ice. I just did not see how I was going to get down the trail without cracking my head open, knocking Mark down too, and turning my girls into orphans. (See where my mind goes??!) That is when I started crying.
Apparently, there's no crying in hiking. After a hug and a pep talk, I did it. I did not fall and I did not crack my head open. Best of all, I got to say that I kept up with my super-hiker husband and made it home in time for bedtime snuggles from the girls.
I can't think of a better way to spend a weekend.