This is also the main reason I don't run. Running is also the devil, so there's that too.
How others run:
How I run:
Haha, just kidding, it's more like this:
Now that I've summed that up,I hate it. I hate going hiking with others and having to say, "I'm... (wheeze, hack) ... fine... (pant, pant)... let's...(wheeze)...keep...hoo boy...going...(wheeze, pant, pant)." But, I love hiking. So today I decided I was going to hike Y mountain if it killed me. I took ample supplies: 3 granola bars, one bottle of water, one powerade, hand sanitizer (hey, you never know when you need that stuff), a lighter, tissues, my inhaler, and sunscreen (it let me down and I got burned anyway. Rude sunscreen, rude).
I set off and was immediately passed up by a posse of teenagers. Undaunted, I set my own pace and continued climbing.
If you haven't had the horrid and perverse pleasure of hiking the Y, the angle of the climb is pretty much 45 degrees at all times. It's great. My lungs and heart thought so too and got so excited that I had to stop far more times than I care to count to calm them down.
An hour after I started the 1.2 mi trip up I finally reached the bottom of the Y. The posse of teenagers sat at the top and got in the way of my picture taking. But I did manage to get some pictures! I felt like a boss.
I had to work really hard to contain my excitement...
But I made it up, so I was proud of that.
The beautiful view and a member of the posse
On the way out I realized the gate said, BYU. Neat, huh?
That's right! Conquered that mountain like a boss. An hour up, and 15 minutes back down. Without any help from my inhaler!