I changed my walking routine today. Instead of walking around the 2.7 mile loop in front of my house as I have done regularly for the past 11 years, I decided to walk up a steep hill through the forested property owned by the local paper mill. I’ve walked this trail only a handful of times, always with my husband, and the last time was about three years ago. I don’t like walking up hill — it’s too strenuous. I’m from Florida, so I prefer long, flat sandy beaches. I live only a few miles from Mount Monadnock, one of the most frequently climbed mountains in the WORLD, and I’ve never climbed it. Okay, I tried to climb it years ago with my pesky practice husband (we drove up from Boston) and we didn’t make it to the top. Talk about metaphor.