Saturday, September 25, 2010

Hometown Hells Hills!

What do you do when stupid football is taking up all your flat walking routes?

You get the dumb idea to take a walking tour of your hometown. You do this last Saturday, and you think, wow, this is such a cool place. So beautiful. Wow. I've never noticed that before. In all these years! Wow, the Sonic bathroom is a million times nicer than I ever thought it would be. And dang, why didn't I take a picture of that hysterical new "Downtown Business Section" sign?

And just a mile or so in, it hits you.

Even the flat places in town...the places you always thought were flat in your car...are freaking Mount Everest.

And after you do the scenic walking tour, after you climb those flat hills you used to sail up as a skinny find a rock solid blister as big as a dime on the right side of your heel, and you can't bend your knees until Thursday.

But you feel pretty dang awesome for being as fat as you are and still making it to the top of that mammoth hell hill without stopping!

Here are pictures of the hells hills and other cool places:

Our old church building. It had beautiful stained glass windows that we moved to the new building, and dark sloping hardwood floors. It was a wonderful sanctuary that would never fly nowadays, when church is less about worship and more about entertainment. I had no idea the lighting was going to turn out like this. Cool, huh?:

Heading towards the dike. When I was little, I used to live near it, so I spent a lot of time playing on it and walking across it:

View from the dike looking down at the town (aka business section):

Oh, the places you'll go!:

Getting ready to climb the hell hill:

I MADE IT!!! I MADE IT TO THE TOP! I wondered if my muscles fondly remembered the good 'ol days when my mom, neighbor and I walked five miles a day and climbed this very hell:

Break time!:

Back on flat land on Sunday, I tried out the pom pom my teammate Laura sent all of us. I wanted to make sure it wasn't going to drive me batty on the walk. I'm happy to report, it's good to go. I didn't even know it was there. In fact, I couldn't quite figure out what the woman who told me she loved my "tassle" was talking about. Anyway, one of the ribbons fell off, and I loved what it did. You can't really tell it from this picture, but it landed in the shape of THE ribbon. Coolness again, huh?: