Hiking or Hit?

Since Project Transformation isn't really a competition, it's hard to understand why Sophia tried to kill Christy and me off last night when she took us out into the dense fog in Malibu, to a wilderness area to "hike". So here is the question: Who is the real 'demon', or is demonhood contagious? Should we be watching for signs of demon-ness in ourselves and others? Your blog reporter [me] will keep you posted on further developments of this story.
But seriously, folks, it would have been a really nice outing if we had been able to see the vegetation in the fog. Kristin brought her sister and four little kids with us who were fascinated by all the stinkbugs with their butts in the air along the trail. The kids were darling, and Kristin even carried her little Rica a goodly distance. Thank goodness they had the foresight to bring along walking sticks, which Christy and I put to good use. Of course, we had no idea that the trail would be more than an "easy walk, mostly level" according to hitwoman Sophia.
We had a great time, and the fog and mist made it cool and probably more flying-bug free. It was a dusty and rocky path, and I am sure that the ocean would have been beautiful, had we been able to see it as promised.
Just ribbing you Sophia. It was fun, and you were a great sport to invite us along to share what you hoped would be a sparkling view of the Pacific at sunset. Your hiking expertise makes you think that these "little inclines" are mostly easy, but for me, an inexperienced hiker, it was mostly Everest. However, your trust in me that I "can do it" is very appreciated. Your faith in my willingness to try is heartening, and you are a wonderful friend. One of the great bonuses of Project Transformation is having all of the support and comraderie that has developed. So I will keep trusting you, and you will carry me along until you get tired of having to wait for me to catch up. We all "glowed" with good health at the end of the trail, and I don't know what others did, but I put my steeping tub to good use, along with a relaxation CD, then three Advil, an icebpack on the parts that hit the ground when I fell, and a sleep like three dead people. This morning I am good as new, but Christy had her training this morning. Ouch!
Getting to know more about each other is an added bonus of driving to and from the hike, and the various group meetings that we have. I am looking forward to getting together even after our Transformation experience ends.
So until the hitwoman tries to get me on the next round, I will be watching my back--not an easy exercise, but when dealing with a demon, a necessary skill.
This blog is dedicated to the patient and lovely Sophia.