Hiking with PWR!Gym
Catalina State Park's trails were beginning to feel familiar to me. I could gauge how far I was from the parking lot, how much higher I could climb, where we could stop for lunch. After bullets separated me from my hiking poles, I lost interest in the trails. We were at Gabe Zimmerman's trailhead earlier this year; I picnicked but didn't put a foot on the path. If I couldn't do it well, I wasn't going to do it at all. Miss Vicki took me out a few times. She was solicitous and thoughtful and we had fun but I wouldn't call it hiking. Margo and I walked on flat surfaces and had enough time to take dozens of photographs. There was not a lot of sustained forward movement in either of those instances. I'd walk a few hundred yards and then pause to catch my breath or massage my hip or loosen my neck or cover my need to stop by taking a picture. I covered the ground, lumbering, groaning, but doing it. It was all I cou...