Hills are made for thrills.
I gather that you mostly or totally agree.
Z: Find a hill or flight of stairs that otherwise in passing you would not have noticed. Make thrill of hill.
E: Hell, traversing be thy name!
N: For no other reason than life, claim some magic elevation.
S: Not for time nor challenge but just to be it. In every dear and wild step.
O: Really, fuck it. Throw ideas, goals, timekeeping device, and plans for the rest of the day, to the wind or the bushes; and wind your way any which way up - or sideways.
A Butter Disclaimer:
Enjoy your travels (or travails), and leave me out of them!