One Friday we went for a long long walk in the mountains. They told us that it will be an easy hike. Only three hours one tour. The destination was a lake somewhere up. I really had no motivation as I am too lazy for stuff like that. But I said to myself.. I will do that. Doesn’t matter how. 

At the beginning I indeed was really slow. The others kind of rushed the first hill. I decided not to make a race out of this and just kept it slow. Plugged in my phones and watched left and right, took pictures and enjoyed the view. After a while i got used to and found my tempo. I had fun in challenging myself. After the third break I even was in front of the row. I just got more and more annoyed because the lake just didn’t appear. After every hill I hoped that he would. But NO. Another break. And another. I got really frustrated.

I just wanted to reach that stupid lake and got back to town and relax a bit. The others laughed at me because I screamed at them since they started to throw snowballs at me. Some of them never had seen snow before. I couldn’t understand there excitement at this point.

Finally I reached the lake alone at first of the group. Up there I had my tasty cheese bond with pesto and watched the landscape. Amazing.. I was lucky to managed this walk but I hate the thought about the way back… After the obligated group picture I just rushed back. In front of me were only two students, but they were much too fast for me. I nearly got lost on my way back… but I am not too bad in orientation and I could trust my feeling. Jej. Great Friday.