Charging up the crest of a massive hill with the morning sun on my shoulder and a song in my heart, I came upon a fellow traveler. He was descending as I ascended, which meant he had already reached the summit.
The hour was shortly after sunrise and there was no one else around. We greeted each other in the manner of middle-aged dads everywhere with a nod and a firm, ‘Good morning.’ By way of mutual appreciation, he added, “Those climbing muscles don’t build themselves.” I whistled softly and responded, “Brother, they sure don’t.”
After the paywall jump, a few tips on developing your climbing muscles.