Letter #33 To My Benefactor

Dear Benefactor,

Just because I haven’t written you since August 2, does not mean I have not been hiking. I have so many stories, I hardly know where to start.

Well, when I last left you, I was eating four Drumsticks to negate the 926 calories I had just burned on my hike over the Cutthroat Trail.

Three days later, I went for a hike with my friend, Melissa. Now, normally, I do not hike with my friend, Melissa. Why, you ask? Because, well, how shall I say this? She is a beast. She hikes at a rate of speed probably about five times the snail’s pace that I do. But, I didn’t want to hold it against her, and told her I would love to go hiking with her, and would not be offended if she wanted to go on ahead of me.

What was I thinking?

My Fitbit recorded my heart rate at 152 beats per minute. In bright red writing. I wasn’t sure if that was a good rate or a you-were-two-minutes-away-from-having-a-heart-attack rate. My Fitbit also informed me that I was in the “peak” zone for six minutes. I didn’t even know what that meant; heretofore, I had always been strictly in the “fat-burning” zone.

When we finally got to the top of Little Mountain—Little Mountain? That was a big, fat lie—we snapped a few pictures. Melissa showed me some of her yoga moves and I showed her my favorite pose (pictured below).

I’m just glad my yoga pose didn’t come to fruition at the end of that trail… it is, after all, called the corpse pose.

Sincerely,

Marie

 

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