[MENTION=272560]locolobo13[/MENTION]
When I was a kid in Phoenix, we'd sometimes drive up to the Grand Canyon to camp on the weekend nearest the summer solstice. We'd camp overnight on the north rim, and when we got up in the morning Dad would be gone. We'd drive around to the other side and as the sun went down, here he'd come up the Kiabab. Hell of a hike, 24 miles and a mile of elevation gain. If you guess 3mph plus an hour for each 1000 ft, a normal person can just do it. He was an avid hiker, until his age caught up with him. He proposed to my mom after urging her all the way up Mt Whitney, she was too oxygen-deprived to say no!
I don't weight-lift any more since my heart diagnosis, but when I still did, I did manage to haul my schlubby butt up a chin-up bar. What worked was just doing it every day. In years of trying more reps with pulldown machines I never got the strength, but actually going up the bar once makes it easier to try it again. A climbing wall helped with back strength, too.
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."