A pretty big hill.
So if I want to go for a walk I generally go up to start with, do a lap around the top of the connecting hills, then walk back down to my house.
If I want a proper workout, in a short amount of time, I walk down my street, and walk to the next street...
A street that high and steep needs to be centred, bold, italicized and typed in BIG words!
Every time I turn the corner to see the street in it's full steep glory I think to myself, "Why am I doing this?"
And then I set off, like a sure footed mountain climber...(well it is a pretty smooth concrete footpath and then onto the bitumen street).
I start slow and steady, breathing deeply, then get half way and it gets much steeper. Oh yeah, beware the steep descent.
About this time I turn into the Little Engine....I think I can, I think I can...
My breathing doubles...my steps become laboured...the residents on the verandahs are wondering why anyone would walk up this hill...
And then I'm at the top, I did it!!
And I feel good.
Yes, it was probably about a 4 minute uphill climb, but it's just right for me.
It's my Mt Everest.
Of course I am aware that the real Mt Everest is Gladstone St times a billion to the power of ten when you factor in wind, snow and freezing conditions.
Why anyone would ever want to climb Mt Everest is completely beyond me...
Give me Gladstone St any day!!