Striding up a mountain at 8am while my biological day clock says I should be sleeping for another 4 hours is a strangely satisfying masachism, poorly justified by a swindling inner voice shouting ‘this is good for me.’ I always debate myself the evening before waking up early for a vertical canyon hike, ‘what does the me of tommorow want to do?’ Invairably I conclude I need the workout(aka calves) and will more thoroughly enjoy my day in the office knowing I hiked that morning. However, when I hit the third steep stretch and my energy level sags to naught, I can’t help but scold my former self for such an onerous conscription. I always want to put out my best, and then push that, but without a decent nights sleep?- forget about it.
But while the hike unfolds and my girlfriend and I share exasperated conversation between sucking air, I becomes clear that these dirt stairmaster trails aren’t nearly as much about hiking as they are eachother. We learn to listen about our lives, our aspirations, hopes, failures and passions. About Feng Shui and babies and cougars and the ever elusive L word. It’s about accomplishing something exhausting so you can catch your breath on all the other things in life; In the life you want for the ‘you of tommorow.’ From the top of the mountian, you get all the perspective you need. Breathe deep.
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