FART, GOAL, WOOHOO
So this accomplished goal may not seem like much to you but it was great for me. I had a full day of working out, swim, running biking, when I got back from my bike ride, I saw my daughter up in our yellow willow tree in the backyard. I love this tree and have always wanted to climb it with my daughter, but you know.....300 lbs,, no way. I planned on doing this in the summer, but figured that this was my chance. Up I went without much difficulty. The first part pulling myself up was hardest and then jumping off the highest branch. But it was so much fun climbing up and befuddling my daughter who coudln't figure out what I was doing. Some of the neighbors yelled at me and said, "What are you doing?" Ok, anyway.
It sounds like you had some fun plus you accomplished something you didn't expect to do.
Your story reminds me of some of my past experiences climbing trees when I was younger and skinny. I was all skin and bones as a kid. I had one aunt who had a huge cherry tree in her back yard. It had about 3 or 4 main branches in it and at least 4 kids around 12 years old could climb it at once. The tree shaded an area about 60 ft in diameter. When the cherries were ripe everyone whould come over. We could all have our fill and my aunt would still have plenty for canning. Her daughter's bedroom was upstairs. She'd go out on her balcony for some cherries. And, of course, the birds got their fill too.
My other climbing story goes back to shortly after I moved into my house about 28 years ago. I must have weighed about 250 at the time and I decided that I was going to cut down some huge pine trees that were growing too close to my house. I cut all of the branches and the trunks with hand saws and remember being up in the tree higher than my ranch house and just holding on without any safety gear as I cut the upper branches. I didn't realize that that was strange behavior and it was probably one of the earliest manifestations of my manic behavior. Like I've often heard, the crazy people are the last to know that they are nuts. At least I take meds for my condition now.
Your story reminds me of some of my past experiences climbing trees when I was younger and skinny. I was all skin and bones as a kid. I had one aunt who had a huge cherry tree in her back yard. It had about 3 or 4 main branches in it and at least 4 kids around 12 years old could climb it at once. The tree shaded an area about 60 ft in diameter. When the cherries were ripe everyone whould come over. We could all have our fill and my aunt would still have plenty for canning. Her daughter's bedroom was upstairs. She'd go out on her balcony for some cherries. And, of course, the birds got their fill too.
My other climbing story goes back to shortly after I moved into my house about 28 years ago. I must have weighed about 250 at the time and I decided that I was going to cut down some huge pine trees that were growing too close to my house. I cut all of the branches and the trunks with hand saws and remember being up in the tree higher than my ranch house and just holding on without any safety gear as I cut the upper branches. I didn't realize that that was strange behavior and it was probably one of the earliest manifestations of my manic behavior. Like I've often heard, the crazy people are the last to know that they are nuts. At least I take meds for my condition now.
It is almazing what we can do now. Keep it up . Keep pushing the limits . I am having more fun than ever. 
Deman 
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