Week 3/4: go hiking

To begin with, I found out that passata is a thing that everybody knows about except me.

There are entire shelves of the stuff…


I made a goal to make a goal every week for a year and I failed it within 3 weeks.

But to be fair, I was on holiday, and I did do some stuff worth mentioning, I think.

I ate muscles for the first time. They were gross, but not as gross as I expected. I would maybe eat them again if I was pressured into it.

Courtney and myself also went geocaching. It was great fun. We found some little boxes hidden in random places. We both subscribed to the app, and haven’t done it since.

I also had my first ambulance ride. I woke up with severe chest pains. So we called an ambulance. After 6 hours of sitting in Emergency getting x rays and blood tests and that ECG thing, they sent me home and told me to take panadol. So I’m assuming it may have been some kind of anxiety attack or something.

This is wife goals. Sticking by my side at 4 in the morning whilst I have a pseudo heart attack and watch man vs food on the free tv (flinders-take note)

Overall the holiday was fantastic, it was great to get away from everything for a while.

It didn’t take me long to fall back into old habits once I got home. By Tuesday I was struggling to get out of bed again. I stayed in my room until 1 In the arvo, with the same old thoughts of “what’s the point” and “I really just don’t want to” cycling around in my head.

But then I remembered this blog. I remembered that I had mad my attempts and failures public for a reason. There were at least a couple of people out there who are interested in seeing what my next goal was going to be.

So, I dragged myself out of bed and thought about what I could do. It was suggested to me that I should go hiking someplace. Sooooo…

Welcome to hiking with Nathan!

Today I’m going to share my experience of walking along a really long path.

The hallet cove boardwalk, to be precise.

Before going on any kind of hike, you need to make sure you are prepared.

Here is a basic checklist for any would walkers out there.

1. A pair of high quality runners or hiking shoes.

2. A pair of durable, yet comfortable socks.

3. Active wear. It is not recommended that you go hiking in anything worth less than $200.

4. Sun safe gear

5. Lots of water 

6. A decent breakfast. To keep your energy levels up. 

7. Headphones. So you can listen to your motivational course that you downloaded for 15 bucks.

And last but not least…

A smile and a positive attitude.

Fuck yea. Life is awesome and stuff.

So according to the time on that selfie up there I began the walk at 1:44 pm. I didn’t really know how long it was going to take me, as last time I went hiking I was just doing it because Courtney wanted to, and I’m pretty sure I was in thongs.

I started off by walking past the cafe filled with people eating linner (lunch and dinner. I don’t know if that’s a thing, but brunch is a thing, so it should be). Then through the sandy/bushy part, until I got to my first hill.

Considered turning back. Totally didn’t.

By the time I got to the top of the hill, I was already sweating profusely. It was at this point I remembered that deodorant is probably a good idea when hiking.

I came to a cross road.

I told myself to be a fucking man and take the stairs.

When I got the the top, they lead to nowhere, so I went back down the stairs and took the regular path.

I saw a few girls jog past me as I was walking. So I decided to do the same. I picked up the pace for about five minutes until I started to feel that  pain in my chest again. I remembered how last time I called an ambulance and it turned out to be me being a dickhead. So I slowed down, and pushed past it, and prayed I wasn’t actually having a heart attack this time.

I soon came across this bastard of a thing.

I’m sure bridges existed when this path was built. So why the fuck..

I did it without complaints though.

Mostly because I was on my own.

But then this happened

Why am I doing this.

By this time my water bottle was warm as fuck. So I stopped at one of those drinking fountains. You know the ones where you push the button, and the water barely comes out? So you have to put your face right up close to it in order to get anything to drink?

I want to set up a live webcam here, and just watch all the dickheads like me cop it in the face.

More walking.

More fucking stairs

I had to stop to catch my breath. I also wanted to pause my motivation course because it was doing my head in. I needed to take in my surroundings and take a environment photo for this blog.

You really can stumble across some beautiful places when you get bored enough to go looking for them.

I was getting close to the end, I was fairly fucked, but nowhere near what I expected to be.

I came across a robot toilet and decided this was far enough for me. I was done. I felt good about myself for coming this far. Any more would have been excessive. Those thoughts I was having whilst in bed were gone. I felt proud. I walked into the robot toilet and it begun playing my victory song

I felt good.

But then I remembered I had to go back.

Here’s me at around 4 when I made it back to the car.

Mission successful. What’s next?

No walking

3 thoughts on “Week 3/4: go hiking

  1. Please tell me you have at least ONE friend in Australia who told you to be start a hike at two in the afternoon, when the sun is absolutely the hottest?? Also, what is a robot toilet, and why aren’t they in the U.S.!?


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