It is a 1567 foot climb in elevation, a 4 mile loop.
It’s hard for me to climb this mountain. I am 50 lbs. overweight. I have asthma. I am not yet as fit as I want to be.
But I did it. And that makes me feel really good.
Not everyone climbed a mountain today. But I did.
One day I may be one of those people who run up this mountain, or one of the ones who can carry a conversation right up to the top, or one of the ones who appear to barely break a sweat.
But right now, I am the one stopping every few minutes to catch her breath. I am the one letting others pass. I am the one wondering if my legs will give out. I am the one stopping to use my inhaler.
I am the one smiling all the way down, blessing every part of my body with gratitude. I am the one feeling very proud of herself.
Because it doesn’t matter how many people passed me, it doesn’t matter how many stops I made, and it doesn’t matter how slow I climbed.
It only matters that I got up this morning and did what I said I was going to do and that I kept moving upward, even when I wanted to turn back down.
Today was my tenth hike up this mountain, and for that I am very proud.