Oh, and I meant to say before, it's rather unusual for one's body NOT to partially disintegrate on the way up a mountain. J's brother is a freakish exception. I myself am in rather surprisingly good shape these days (due to yoga and riding a heavy bicycle all over Manchester) but I also have asthma, and breathing becomes a challenge as soon as it gets at all steep. Josh knows that to try to climb a mountain with me without judicious applications of chocolate is a Bad Idea.