I went on a hike.
I climbed up… and then down…. and entire mountain.
It took like 4 hours.
It was tiring, uncomfortable, muddy, steep, rocky….
And worth it.
I learned something so valuable from my first hiking experience…..
I can climb mountains. I can do anything I set my mind to.
I experienced a wide array of emotions during that hike….
I started off excited and ready, and the trail started off pretty decent minus the rocks everywhere. There was at least a trail right? Well, the type of trail where it just meant it was a path of the areas most people take… not a paved trail… but the further up we got the more I realized… this mountain was steep, and tall, and muddy.
I got tired… and I got frustrated… which led to me being in a pissy mood. A very pissy mood. I became physically worn! I was mad at the world, like it was ppppppiiiiissseeeddd! Even 30 minutes I was told, just 10 mins left, your almost there… at one point I was told we were just about a minute away…. 45 mins later…. it was still 10 mins to go.
I got to the top and quit. We had reached the last leg of the trip and I’d quit. Or at least I said
I ain’t going. I’m done!
Then one of my companions said she would not leave me behind, and so I kept going. And I reached the top….
And I ate my snacks.
Prayed a prayer of gratitude.
Drank a copious amount of water.
And then I hauled ass back down that mountain….
And I felt so good when I got to the bottom. I felt like I accomplished something amazing. I was so proud of myself.
It’s that feeling that I’m learning to hold on to… the sense of accomplishment. It’s driving me to be so much better and achieve things I would never have tried before.
I realized like…
I can climb mountains.
I am freaking awesome.