Peak Delay

OK, y'all, I wrote down a bunch of thoughts right after the Peak. Immediacy. Vividness. Stuff I would forget.

But here's the thing. I am not the world's fastest writer, and for the next week or so I am getting lost and disconnecting. So it'll be a few days before I give you the whole skinny on the Peak experience. I'll try not to let it escape into the rear view mirror before then.

I will tell you this: I, a chunky, 44-year-old woman with few natural athletic gifts, who could not run up a half mile of 11 percent grade five months ago, ascended a mountain. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. There is something you can do tomorrow that you cannot do today.

And I will tell you that I'm proud of the conditioning and the preparation, because it was right on the mark to get me to the time I expected. (Can't do anything about the altitude. More on that later.) I built the legs that could get me up a mountain, the preparation was on the money to qualify me to participate, and all of that worked together beautifully on the day.

I will also tell you this, and I'm both giddy and serious when I say it.

This was the single best day of my entire life. As of this morning, I am still able to look up at the Peak. I don't know how to explain the connection I feel with this place, and did from the first time I saw the mountain.

Maybe I can figure that out in the next few days.

Take care everybody and surprise somebody with affection.


K. Grace said...

I love this, I love you and I am so proud of you. Looking forward to more of the story!

Leanna said...

Beautiful and wonderful!