bad, whine-y poetry with Sam

i do not like it, Sam-I-am
i don't like this heavy backpack...
damn!

this heavy pack's upon my back
yet i'm not cut a bit of slack
another trip up the frigging hill
when all i want to do is chill

a lazy, buzzing presence
passes beside me
for the first time ever
i'm jealous of a bee

who can take a break
twenty times an hour
from that super-tough job of
pollinating a flower

(sigh)

however, my lungs
and legs feel stronger
i'm able to climb long
and longer!

ten trips up are
better than seven; and
soon i'll be on that mountain...
closer to heaven

i kinda like this, Sam-I-am
i kinda like being who i am

A post for April

my blogging slack-age was just pointed out to me...April is really flying by!
: O

i've added some intensity to my workout in the past several weeks; started using a weighted backpack when doing the treadmill (at the highest incline of 15, 3mph for 30-45 minutes) and also when hiking the "summit" at the end of Main Street in Chag Falls. it's funny because i used to feel like i'd really accomplished something when i went up it three whole times...without a weighted pack. the other day i did seven trips and could have done more - next time will be a minimum of ten. i'm definitely feeling stronger cardiovascularly (if that's a word) and otherwise. now i want to do more and more to see how far i can push myself. Jack keeps tell me to add more weight to the pack; i've had neck/back issues for years so it'll be a great excuse to find a massotherapist in the area.

Jack's sixteen-week countdown for Ranier in August has begun. it's great to have a training buddy.
: )