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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

It's a Pride Issue

I was planning on doing a post about hiking today, but we kinda got rained out...
Not that I don't love the rain! I do!
But it has been so beautiful lately! Just a little more heat and a little less damp and I would be on that mountain today.
The plan is to get back into hiking shape so that I can hike Mount Olympus this year!  I was planning to hike it last year, but I kind of got out of hiking condition before I was planning to go. Although I did get to go on some beautiful hikes in Zions and Moab :)

Me and my little sis, I wasn't sure we were going to make it to the top! :)

For all of you people out there who hate on hiking, I want to say. I know how you feel.
I have never liked hiking. I have never been a good hiker. For me, it was hard, it was hot, and it was... just really too much effort! Not that the sights weren't beautiful, but really do we have to hike to get there?

Let me promise you though, that hiking is wonderful, once you get past all the pain. Once you're in good enough shape to actually enjoy all those beautiful little details that you miss when you're huffing and puffing and feeling your heartbeat in your hips (seriously the weirdest feeling).

Then I dated a boy who wanted to climb mount Olympus. It got postponed a few times, but it didn't sound like it would be that hard. I was in pretty good shape that summer, playing ultimate Frisbee, and finally started running a few times a week.

Guess what? I didn't make it to the top.

We hiked and hiked and if you didn't know that hike is WICKED steep. Steep and it was in August, August. I didn't bring enough water. My legs were shaking so hard that I didn't think that they would hold me up!

We were fifteen minutes from the top when I broke out in tears. I just couldn't do it. My legs couldn't take it. My heart couldn't take it. I was completely defeated.

I thought about what it would be like to be life-flighted from the mountain.

But I made it off.

I stumbled and ran my way down that mountain and stopped at every shady patch no matter how small. We were less than 20 minutes from the car and there was this big shady tree.

We laid there underneath it and I thought I might be content to never leave. Just feel the light breeze and die right there.

Finally we made the last stretch.

We made it off the mountain, and I am going to make it to the top.

So I'll find another hiking buddy for the weeks that it just doesn't work with my dearest Hatred (don't worry, it's a term of endearment).

What's your favorite hike? Or, do you hate hiking altogether?
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