I Hate Hills!

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I hate hills and I’m pretty sure they hate me. Those mounds of pure evil. The perfect test of endurance and patience. ‘Hill’ is just one letter away from ‘Hell’, and that’s no coincidence.

Ah, chest crushing, legs-falling-off, pain inducing hills.

Hills.. I hate them even more than stairs, which is a lot. I mutter and groan as I climb them and even after I’ve done it, I don’t feel good. You know the saying “No pain, no gain!”, well, a normal, healthy, twenty-two year old wouldn’t struggle to climb hills and nearly die in the process. They would gain the feeling afterwards of being fit, a slightly more toned tushy and a sense of achievement.

Me? I just feel grumpy. I want a gallon of water, my bed and some grapes fed to me, after climbing a hill.

“All pain, no gain!” is what the saying should be!

And do you know what the worst bit is? My doctors surgery sits on the top of two very steep hills, and I have to climb two, yes, two steep hills in order to get to the surgery. And as you can imagine, I need to go to the doctors often, so this isn’t fun.

The irony of needing to go to the doctors for the very reasons that make it difficult for me to climb the hills it sits on (Hashimoto’s and hypothyroidism) and get to said doctors surgery, is painful.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on my twisted surname. I’ll give you a clue. It begins with H.

Hills. Grrr…

How do you feel about hills?! Let me know in the comments below. 

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2 thoughts on “I Hate Hills!

  1. I also live at the top of a steep slope I’ve walked every which way finding out if I can avoid at least part of this slop but no. I have congenital hypothyroidism now at 47. So walking down to the shops is a pleasure but coming back up with a shopping bag is hell! Sweating usually down my back, legs hurting, ankle bone twinges so I’m nearly on the floor, an incredible thirst, heavy chest from puffing and panting and hand hurting from having to hold the carrier bag. All this for a 15 minute walk up a rather large slope. When I get home I then have to climb concrete steps which hurts both knees! Once inside all I can do is strip off, drink water and then collapse for 30 minutes to re-coup.

  2. I used to enjoy walking holidays in the Lake District but a steep flight of stairs leaves me fighting for breath and my heart racing. I ‘ve had extensive tests and my heart is fine. Thankfully I can walk miles on fairly flat ground

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