Gussie Goes Walking

Yesterday I laced up my pumas for my first trek up Widcombe. Prior to this all my extracurricular activities were done behind closed doors and in the horizontal position. I’ve been procrastinating about this for months now and finally accepted a last minute invite by a friend of mine. We got there shortly after 5pm and joined the countless other Kingstonians who’ve been infected by the fitness bug. I knew it was uphill but didn’t know that I’d have to be bitten by a radioactive spider before attempting this walk. The air was clean and the vegetation made me forget I was still in the corporate area. That was until I got to the top and was able to gaze down at the city. The trek ended where the road ended, in a cul-de-sac. I caught my breath, crowned myself king of the hill and pat myself on the back, all while humming “eye of the tiger”. After touching some bamboo shoots, which I was “told” is customary to signify the end of the journey we proceeded downhill. That’s when the Deja vus began, or as I later discovered some of these people actually climb this hill more than once. The walk down was harder than I expected, I thought about getting KFC but ruled it out as a conflict of interests. Soon it was over and I was pleased with my performance, I’m not as out of shape as I had thought. If I keep this up the Sigma 5K is going to be a breeze. I came, I saw and I conquered!