I told Garrett I wasn't going to write this one, because it makes me look vulnerable and I don't like to think of myself that way. Anyway, here goes. Yesterday I really wanted to go for a hike. I have wanted to go for the past month on a Monday when the boys are in school, but things just haven't worked out. Well, it didn't work out yesterday morning either because it took all morning to get my new keys. But I still wanted to go, so around 4:40 when we were all home I asked Gar if he would take care of the boys so I could go hike. With the time change I knew it was still plenty light out and it was warm too so I went for it.
The mile marker at the start said the hike was 5.1 miles. I thought it would take around 1 1/2 hours, but had never done it before so I wasn't sure. I was jogging at the beginning because it was fairly flat. I even ran a little bit uphill, but as soon as the hills got bigger I barely could walk up the hills. I tell you, hills kick my booty bad! The whole reason for wanting to get out and hike is that I am planning on hiking Half Dome in June with my sister in law and some friends. (I kindly invited myself along) So, since hills are hard for me I know I need to get out there at least once a week.
To make this not so long of a story, I will cut to the good part. I get to the top of the mountain and feeling good start jogging again. I have to go slow because I am going downhill now. Eventually I get to a part in the trail where I cannot see it continue. There is only a stream and rocks and I start freaking out a little. I estimated that I had gone about 3 or 4 miles and it was 6:10. I then turned around and thought I was going to have to go all the way back the way I came, putting me back to the car around 7:15 or 7:30....which would be dark by then. So as I headed up the hill I started freaking out more and called Garrett crying saying, "BLAH, BLAH, BLAH" (I don't remember what I said exactly) He said, "Well, maybe you should start jogging a little so you can make it out faster".
I try to catch my breath and just do it, because what other option did I have. Then these joggers passed me. I hadn't gone far from the trail end so I put aside my pride and yelled to them after they passed, "Can you get out that way?" One guy said yes, that you had to go through the rock and water, but the water is not high anymore. So I followed them, back far enough to keep my distance, only a little bit of rock and water...not enough to get my shoes wet or anything. Then the path open up and I could see the main road. To think I was going to go all the way back around when I was almost done?! I think it was around 6:40 when I got back to the main road, plenty of light still out and lots of people around. It's not like I was in the middle of no where, it just felt like it at the time.
What's the moral? I don't know exactly. But I know now that I won't start a hike in the evening again unless I know my way around it. I tend to think I am a tough little gal, who doesn't get scared easily, but I know I am just as vulnerable as the next person and I do need to think safety first. Even my "Fearless, Faithful, Female" shirt wont protect me from everything! :)