It was a surprise that I actually enjoyed the 8.2 mile uphill hiking. I must credit it to swim. Everything came down to one thing: rhythm: breath, one step a time. Departing at around 6am, we reached the top of halfdoom before noon. This time, I knew I could do it. This felt good. With no exception, the same 8.2 mile downhill was brutal and painful, which fulfilled the self-torturing part of the story.
We are getting old. Hopefully we could get strong as well.
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