every saturday, i decide to go on a hike. when i lie awake on my bed it takes me like half an hour to ignore my desire to just spend the day on my porch nursing a book as the skies turn candy pink and blue to fading orange. It then takes another half to muster enough courage and energy to actually get off my bed.
what’s baffling is that while i am able to hike a thirty five kilometre trail with over three thousand metres of elevation easily — my body making the countless exertions of effort involved in ascending to a much higher elevation using only my muscles — what’s Herculean and somehow extremely hard is getting off my bed to a standing position.
it seems the human body can accomplish everything and anything you want it to do except it cannot refuse to give into temptation.