Home' Trinidad and Tobago Guardian : March 15th 2015 Contents By Roslyn Carrington
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I shrug off the nagging
possibility that I might have
to be carried back down on
a stretcher, and I set off
with my Nike running app
following every step,
and my tunes blasting in
YOU MIGHT REMEMBER that I was shar-
ing with you my pre-Carnival struggle to rid
myself of the extra poundage I gained dur-
ing the Great Carbohydrate Massacre of
2014, but was stymied by a condition I now
refer to as my ChikV Knee.
I've been limping along recently; back on
the road for an occasional jog, although
nowhere near my previous record-shatter-
ing speeds. Bored to tears with my regular
run, and inspired by Orlando Griffith's col-
umn last week on shaking up your routine
a little, I decided to make the trek up Mount
St Benedict. This is the story of my adven-
Getting out of bed is the first step
I was so excited by my fitness "pilgrimage"
that I actually dreamed I made it up the
mountain, so when I woke just before
dawn, I seriously pondered whether the
calories I consumed overnight during my
dream-world hike would count in my
favour. Fortunately, common sense pre-
vailed and I hauled my carcass out of bed
and stuffed it into my running gear.
My scale is a liar
Thanks to rigorous discipline, good genes,
and sheer dumb luck, last week's weigh-in
revealed that I was doing really well. But
bizarrely --- and infuriatingly --- I went to
bed last night just three pounds shy of my
weight-loss goal, and wake up four pounds
Say what, now? How is this even possible?
The person who solves this mystery is a
shoo-in for the Nobel Prize, for sure.
Foot of the mountain
On St. John's Road, I dither a little, looking
for the "ideal" place to park, but I quickly re-
alise that my wandering is taking me
higher up the road, as if my subconscious is
trying to cut down on the ground I have to
cover. So I randomly park at the next avail-
able spot, and kit up.
I realise I have forgotten to slather on the
sunscreen, which is mighty irritating, be-
cause I know that by the time I make it
back down I will have sprouted another 5
years' worth of wrinkles.
Even worse, I have forgotten my knee
brace, which I use to minimise pain and
damage to my aforementioned ChikV
Knee. I shrug off the nagging possibility
that I might have to be carried back down
on a stretcher, and I set off with my Nike
running app following every step, and my
tunes blasting in my ears.
Not to boast, but I find driving to the top
more taxing than walking, (and note I said
"walk", not "run"). That knee again. But the
breeze was balmy, I can see all the way
across the Central Plain, and I'm loving my
music. Along the way, I make a game of
taking a sip of water at every Station of
the Cross. It's a handy way to remind my-
self to stay hydrated.
I pass quite a few walkers on the way, but
they are all headed back down. As usual,
I'm late, even at 6:45 a.m. I send "right" to
them, and they send "right" back, and it's all
I can do not to start belting out lyrics from
The Happy Wanderer: "Val-deri,Val-der-
aaaaa!" I am part of the great brotherhood
of mountain walkers, and I'm happy.
The hotness factor
Disappointingly, unlike with my adventures
on Lady Chancellor Hill, which was posi-
tively gushing with testosterone and
sweaty masculinity, the hot-male-to-me
ratio is rather disappointing. Most of the
specimens on view tend to be rather, shall
we say, geriatric. But there are a few inter-
esting encounters to brighten my morning,
and for that, I am grateful.
Sadly, the winner of my Hot Guy of the
Day award is in the company of a female
runner, so all my Sis Code will allow is a
curt nod and a brusque "Hi", and I avert my
eyes from an extremely well-filled pair of
running shorts. Because my mama raised
At the top
Breath-taking. Stunning. Who can get
tired of this view? I eat a portugal, and wish
I had brought a book so I could linger
awhile, but I don't want my body to cool off
too much, so I take the mandatory selfie
and head back down again.
This time, I run, grateful for gravity. What a
useful force it is!
I'm surprised when I discover I'm already
back at my car. I'd always been daunted by
the Mount, but it was almost too easy. In
total the round trip is just about 4.5 K. My
review? Difficulty rating: 2 out of 5. Fun rat-
ing: 4 out of 5, thanks to the breeze and the
view. I'll definitely do it again.
And next time, I'll run UP.
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