Stuart Falls

This weekend Robert and I hiked Stuart Falls with the Thrustons and Grimmers.  Two other couples were supposed to come as well, but ended up not going.  The first half of the hike to the falls was good, but I thought I was going to die the second half.  I guess I just wore myself out during the first half.  It was terrible.  I am so out of shape.  I run here and there, but I need to be consistent.  Things just get "planned" every time it's a running day.  Oh well.  At least I'm being active every now and then.

 The group part way to the Falls.

 The boys acting like they're so tough.

 The girlies.

 Robert and I.  I don't know why he doesn't smile in any of these.  Turd.

Robert and I at Stuart Falls.

The mist sure felt good once we got near the water.  It was hot on Saturday!  We hung out at the Falls for a while (Howard, Jordan, and Gabrielle went under the waterfall... crazies.  The water was ice cold.) and started hiking back.  The second half, as I said, was terrible.  I just wore myself out the first half.  Emily was tired and fed up with hiking, so she decided to run the rest of the way (I don't know how she was able to run when she had as much energy as I did haha).  The Grimmers are already in shape so they were able to keep up with Emily and Howard running (I think they just ran with them or walked as fast as they ran haha. Not sure, since Robert and I played caboose).  So Robert and I were hiking all by ourselves, way behind the other 4.  Robert was patient and nice enough to lag behind with me and keep me motivated :)  He kept on wanting to carry me because he wanted to work his legs out (he's shooting for a rugby player's physique because he really wants to try out for the rugby team come fall time).  I should have been glad that he wanted to carry me, right?  False.  I have this thing when I'm hiking where once I start, I have to keep going, no matter how exhausted I am.  But with breaks in between, of course :).  Another part of me was nervous that Robert would trip on a rock or root of a tree and send us to the ground, resulting in me being squooshed to death, or sending both Robert and I to our deaths as we roll down a cliff.  So I would tell him to wait until a somewhat flat part of the path to keep us both alive ("But I gots athleticism, and athleticism doesn't trip," Robert kept saying).  But, after a nice walk back to the car (or bumpy when I was on Robert's back and he was running), I got to sit down and rest for the rest of the way home.

After hiking, Robert had to go to singing practice for a church thing (the boys in the choir sang "The Spirit of God" by Voice Male) and afterwards we decided to try the burgers and fries at the Malt Shoppe across the street and diagonal from our apartment complex.  They're famous for their shakes (which are very good by the way), but their burgers and fries are good as well, as we found out that day.  It was a good day, but I was so exhausted.