The time came today to get my backside off my squeaky old sofa and venture out after my long beer drinking and cheese eating winter hibernation. There was some motivation for me as the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the lake side cafés are open again.
Another prime reason for venturing to the vertical position and actually moving was that all my jeans have shrunk over winter, and I am too miserable to buy new ones.
But the thought of expending all that energy had me quite concerned before I set off. As a back up plan, I did have enough money to give up and catch a bus home. So, out my front door, (I did hesitate) to the elevator and down and out into the full light of a beautiful Swiss spring afternoon.
A little meander through the park full of mothers children that surrounds our building and then along a few little roads until I arrived in the centre of town. Still feeling fresh, I continued on to the lake shore and spoilt myself with a refreshing cold beer on a café terrace. Watching the world go by.
Now, it was remiss of me to not mention that it was all downhill to the lake side. So after my beer, the pain began. Struggling my way up steep cobblestoned streets and steps, only to be confronted by more steep streets and steps until I finally arrived back in the town centre. Then I remembered I needed to do some shopping.
Ladened with my shopping bags, I increased the difficulty level of my little walk by a factor of twenty. While I was shopping, the temperature managed to elevate considerably as well, adding to my suffering. So at a much slower pace than managed previously, I hobbled for the last thirty minutes of my walk, and passed the time considering things like heart attacks.
But, miracles of miracles. I made it back without the aid of the bus back up plan. Seriously exhausted, sweating, puffing and panting. And far too tired to try on my jeans. Maybe next week.