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By Roslyn Carrington
WHETHER THEY'RE PLAYING MAS or not, just
about everyone seems to be on the fitness band-
wagon, and I can't blame them. With the last strains
of Christmas carols fading in my ears, I find myself
giving up on squeezing into any of my 6 or 7 pairs of
Levis. I discover I have fallen victim to an extra 12
pounds that mysteriously, maliciously, and through
ABSOLUTELY no fault of my own, are clinging to my
carcass. And I want them off.
Because without my Levis, I'm nothing.
So over the next few weeks I'll be joining the sweaty
masses, trying new and exciting fitness adventures ...
and you guys will be the first people I'll tell.
For my maiden adventure, I choose a route I keep
hearing people talk about as if it's the Devil's Parkour:
Lady Chancellor Hill. I've never walked it, so I figure
with the New Year just 3 days along, it's time I did.
Ironically, I get there just before 5:00 p.m., late be-
cause I'd spent the afternoon at a family luncheon,
feasting on about five different kinds of meat, innu-
merable carbs, and two different desserts. Fuelling up
... yes, that's it.
The foot of the hill is crowded with cars, and it's diffi-
cult to find a parking spot. But a guy in a car identical
to mine hails me over in a flurry of camaraderie, gives
me a broad grin of approval for having chosen to be
part of the Subaru brotherhood. It's the closest I'll
ever get to being in a Lodge, I guess. I grab the park-
ing spot, thinking, "Okay, he was cute."
Little did I know there was so much more cute to
I strap on my waterpack, fire up my walking app and
music, and hit the hill. The gradient is lower than I ex-
pected, but I'm sure it's gonna get tough. I pass a pas-
sel of cyclists, in tight thank-you-Lord spandex, and
decide I'm going to enjoy the company more than the
As I walk, I notice two things: One, most of the
climbers are couples, engrossed in each other and
chatting happily. That makes me smile. Two, most of
the climbers are on their way BACK DOWN. I don't
realise the significance of this until a little later.
Since I'm just 2 weeks into a bout of Chikungunya,
and my right hip has been threatening to secede from
the rest of my body, I decide to take it easy.
A woman, who I determine to be about 10 years older
than me, stomps past with the energy of a cyborg.
She's not even sweating. I think I might hate her.
A girl who appears to be about 7 or 8 strolls down,
holding onto her daddy's hand. Painfully, I quicken my
bend, the older lady is doing triceps dips on a short
wall. Now I KNOW I hate her....
I hear quick footsteps, and yet another cutie trots
past at a solid clip. His running shorts are on very
good terms with his body. I admire the view until he
disappears, and wonder idly if they are handing out
Hot Guy trophies up top.
A group of fitness enthusiasts with exercise mats
and kettlebells have set up a temporary torture
chamber at the side of the road. Some are sweating
away; others are sitting around with smug been-
there-done-that looks on their faces. I pretend they
At The Top
I round a bend and realise I can't go any further. I can't
hide my surprise: everyone talks about climbing Chan-
cellor as if it's just slightly lower than Mordor. But I
made it and wasn't even winded. Hot Guy is up there,
relaxing, and I say in surprise, "I'm at the TOP?"
"You are," he says. He smiles. (He talked to me!
I take the obligatory selfie, because unless you post it
to Facebook, exercise doesn't count. Then, realising
that it's 5:30, I immediately head back down.
Four and a half seconds after I leave the summit, the
sun fell out of the sky like a ripe mango. No wonder
everyone was in such a hurry to get off the Hill. I am
in darkness, both an incentive to run to the bottom
and a good reason not to.
But I make it down intact, and thus endeth the first
leg of my epic fitness experiments. My verdict: Diffi-
culty: 2 out of 5 (maybe next time I'll run it). Sense of
Achievement: 4 out of 5.
Next time, maybe Spinning, maybe Zumba. Who
knows? Tune in and see.
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