Yesterday, I climbed a hill. Or, as my Irish Society
professor deemed it, “a hill with attitude”. Six miles, mostly uphill, through
the most beautiful scenery I’d ever laid eyes on in my life.
We first stopped and toured Glendalough monastery, which was
founded sometime after the 7th century. It’s amazing that there are
settlements and ruins in Ireland that date back that far. The history nerd in
me was in heaven, reading graves that “weren’t that old”, from the 1600s.
Then, we proceeded to climb up the mountain, past
waterfalls, rivers, forests, higher and higher until you could see the
sheep-dotted hills for miles around.
The trek was hard, and it wasn’t easy, but I was for the
millionth time in two years grateful that I didn’t have to do it with an extra
100 pounds on me. I feel like I can live life so much more fully now, and I
appreciate what my body can do so much more.
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