OH HOLY CRAP.

[apocalypsos]

I just walked up to my parents's house and back again.

Now you have to understand something first. My hometown is on a hill. The hill is on a forty-five degree slope on average. Sometimes it's fairly flat, sometimes it's practically straight up and down. I live on the bottom of the hill, they live seven or eight blocks up near the top. Basically, walking up the hill when you've just started working out again is like begging for a coronary.

However, there is a less steep way. It requires me to walk into the next town over, through a housing development, through another wee town, through the local high school's grounds, and a few blocks over to my parents's house. And then if I want to get home it's me running helplessly down to my apartment because once you start jogging down the hill, you don't stop.

That was pretty much a spontaneous four-mile walk.

Oh, my God, so tired. But I'm still in one piece, so that's a good thing.

EDIT: I just found an ad for a shipping clerk job that pays eighteen bucks an hour with overtime for doing basically exactly what I did at DHL. OMG. *can't send out resume fast enough*

Comments

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

Ugh. I feel your pain. I walked to a meeting on 10th Avenue in Seattle once, and Seattle is basically a giant hill with a few relatively flat bits.

Also, fun fact about Seattle? 10th Avenue is not actually the tenth street. This has been filed under "things I learned the hard way."

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I totally still think of you when I see a DHL truck.