Mountains, Trees, and Mondays: Hiking Souls and Hiking Soles

I've had this crazy idea in my head for some time now.

And it goes like this:

Every Saturday that permits, I want to go hiking.
Because everything about my soul/personality yearns for hiking.

And for goodness sake, THIS is where I live:

Hmmmm.
Yeah, I'd say it's about time to get myself out there.
But this CRAZY idea of mine has two flaws:

1. Winter is approaching. Fast. And I'd rather avoid hypothermia and frostbite, thank you very much.

2. Although I have a hiking SOUL,
and even hiking SOLES...
(meaning my beloved hiking shoes that I even drew a picture of once in art class)

...I don't exactly have a hiking BODY.

Because although things like
loving fruits and veggies,
doing yoga every morning,
attending a campus that is
built on the side of a monstrous hill,
and having a job where I lift heavy things and climb scaffolding and run around like a chicken with my head cut off (clearly this needs a post of its own in the future),
keep me in pretty healthy condition...
...that doesn't mean I'm ready to just up and hike all of Yellowstone.

Because I am also hypoglycemic.
And I have long suspected that I have exercise-induced asthma.
And the altitude here is KILLER.
And... I'm really just not that great at cardio stuff in general.

So, before I go out and take on REAL mountains,
looks like I'm going to be starting with some more figurative mountains.

Indoor heated gym with treadmills and stair climbers, here I come,
Monica.