I knew hiking Arthur's seat was going to be inevitable at some point..
considering I live in Scotland..
45 minutes from Edinburgh..
and Arthur's seat is the "YOU HAVE TO DO THIS OR YOU ARE LAME"
So naturally Liz and Corey wanted to do it..
and i was like YES totally!
that's a lie.
I was all "you know how the British say its a leisurely stroll? well they are liars.."
Needless to say my argument about how hiking a mountain is hard, failed.
Clearly I really enjoy outdoor activities.
Up until we reached the bottom of Arthur's seat, no one was really sure if i was even going to do it..
but we did a whiskey tour right before and i felt a bit braver..
aka slightly buzzed.
(after one whole shot of whiskey..I'm so hardcore)
I didn't even complain or curse.
That's another lie.
As the wind picked up towards the top
so did the F bombs.
|insert cuss word|
|don't be fooled..she was cussing too.|
|yes. all the way up there. piece of freaking cake.|
Me on Arthur's seat..
This was halfway up and I needed a break..
When i was all "I'm sweating and winded"
Liz was like, "hahaha megan..sure.."
and i was all "hahaha..no really i'm going to die"
|i sat while they stood and stared at me and took photos..like i was an out of shape circus freak.|
|okay so circus freak isnt totally far off..|
|I'm sure it was hard for her to take me seriously..but I'm sorry, the wind was PUNCHING ME IN THE EARS|
|photo by Liz|
It's been three days and my calves are still sore.
I have a problem.