A Long Walk

I thought it would take less than thirty. So I warmed up my ankles, tightened my shoelaces and strode up the slope. Steps in and I was at a crawl, breathing heavy. It didn’t feel like I was walking. More like sliding up hill. When I got to the flat section, all I could think of was lying down. Just then, someone casually walked past in dress shoes. I had trainers on. Sweat pouring, ankles aching, I trudged along. A jogger sped past. The dress shoes man had long since disappeared. The slope wasn’t that much easier. It felt good to come to an end away from a start nearly an hour away.