Death by Walking

Seriously.
I started walking with a friend from down the street. We've only been out three times and the walk is awesome. It's about 5km and it's very pleasant. It's a beautiful walk down a gravel road and then we follow a trail and go over a small bridge. Seriously very nice and serene and just lovely. You can chit chat the whole way along UNTIL your eyes fall upon a hill and not just any hill but DEATH HILL. It starts out on a "nice" incline and you walk and walk and walk. Then it dawns on you that your legs are starting to burn and burn and burn. You look back and realize that you're only half way up! You sigh, look upward and continue to climb and climb and climb. By this time your thinking PLEASE someone drive down this hill so I can catch a ride home PLEASE PLEEEEASE. My legs are burning and there is that familiar pain in my hip. It's pleading for me to abort the mission and then RELIEF. I am actually on flat again. OH thank you controller of the universe for saving me from more hill. I pause, take in the moment and congratulate myself for making it up the hill. I think maybe I might be able to do it with out complaining next time (probably not but one can always dream).