Got my ass handed to me on a hill...again

I had a lovely relaxing weekend away with some friends. We planned a snowshoe outing and I was certain it would be no problem for me despite the altitude and the 50 extra pounds on my frame. Cause I marathon and all--I may be fat but I am tough. Or so was my train of thought.

On our hilly five mile snowshoe adventure I got my ass handed to me. I was simply unable to keep up, left panting with my heart pounding through my chest while my five friends were forced to wait for me more times than I care to recount. I simply had to stop and wait til my heart stopped racing while they continued on. Eventually someone would notice I'd dropped behind and they'd stop while I painfully trudged on. It was awful. I was so embarrassed and frustrated.

I've deceived myself about my fitness. It really is that bad. Sure, I am active, but it's not enough. The last time something like this happened it inspired my sorry ass to get in gear. I'm not going to easily forget the humiliation. I can do better.