So this morning I bit the bullet, grasped the horns, leapt onto the tiger and gunned down several other undeserving metaphors and tackled Hill Of Doom on a morning walk.
Holy crap I am embarrassingly unfit but I made it. You know that scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey where Dave is going for the space walk and all you can hear for many minutes is the sound of him breathing inside his space suit? Yeah, that was my soundtrack coming back up.
Anyhoo, the sense of Purpose and Achievement is upon me, and it feels good to have made it. So I'll probably do it again tomorrow.
Right, time to find a nice comfortable hedge, crawl underneath it and die.
