I wonder why they haven't answered?

I emailed a couple of my friends about my latest and greatest walking adventures. I should have promised them random prizes and coffee cards... here's why:

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Just recently... I have taken to parking outside of my sisters house (in true stalker-like fashion), and have began walking a lovely uphill/downhill course of ass kicking pleasure!
Well, it isn't really... but I wanted to BUMP it up a notch from just "flat lander walking"... and incorporate some hills....

YOU CAN JOIN ME IF YOU LIKE!!!!!

This is the course (just in case you do not wish to be traumatized on arrival!):

Up the TOP part of Wellington, (heart gets pumping) turn left on MASON which is a nice smooth gentle flowing hill, (heart is recuperating from sudden impact) then turn right on Oxford ( OMG... again with the heart pumping action), then turn LEFT on DAVID, and down the hill we go for a long long long long time, (heart is happy with a nice good pumping action, no stress, can breathe nicely.. and can even have a conversation..., we can wave at random people who honk, and chat, and probably finish up a last sip of water or two, or talk about our nails, or our bad hair colouring events, and how much work we have at home waiting for us... you know good down hill chit chat) and then a straight away until PIPELINE... (heart is your friend again). And then... at PIPELINE... we loop around the pole and do everything in reverse... a long long straight away.. (the long long straightaway has just turned into a long long long hill... don't look at it.. for freak sake DO NOT LOOK AT IT....JUST KEEP GOING...and then what was a wonderful challenging, breath taking experience now turns into an actual breathe taking (in the literal sense) heart crushing experience of trekking to the top of DAVID hill, and just when you think you have arrived at the top of the hill, that isn't quite the case... there is just a bit more to go.. before you reach the very top.. just to be met with a lousy bench that you can not lie on as if it is your death bed because it has the dividers in it so you can't lay down.. even though you would like to fall to the ground anyways. At this point there is usually a siren going past with some poor flailing fool... but alas, because you are too weak to wave your hand, you must sit there, until you heart has recouped enough oxygen down to your limbs so that you can get up and move again.. but this time when you move, it is exciting.. as we head back DOWN Oxford, feeling a little rubbery, and full of exhileration, that you actually are alive to talk about the DAVID hill, you have a new sense of worth and committment to return to this endeavour (although the comitment date is left rather obscure....) you turn LEFT onto Mason, which now is only a slight incline, (and your heart is just not going to start pumping again this time, so you really have to suck it up baby, along with your calves which I neglected to tell you about from the DAVID portion of the hill) but from the assault that you have just tackled this is just a sliver of the pain and torture that you have just endured.. the final descent is the short walk back down Wellington, where hopefully your vehicle is still intact & waiting for you... and then you quickly drive away... an oddly enough my name can be heard echoing through the forests as you make your way back down Wellington and onto the rest of your day... if you can.

And that is it.. doesn't that sound like fun... wouldn't you like to join me.. ??


I really think you would... really. really really really really.