I had decided to organize this trip
because, well, I needed it. Two years ago, when we undertook this special hike, I was working full-time (between a real-estate company and
the MTC, both demanding jobs), going to school full-time (taking pre-dental science
courses), serving as an Elder Quorum President, and giving 10+ hours a week to an
Exercise Science Department research program to find correlations between
over-developed muscle groups surrounding cervical vertebrae and an increased
risk to develop symptoms of Temporomandibular Joint Disorder. Sound awful? It was. I
was drowning slowly—watching myself do a mediocre job at each one of my social
roles—and it was only a matter of time before I broke.
It was a long climb to the peak; I had plenty of time for soul-searching. I thought about how each of my steps up the mountain, and in life, seemed inconsequential, each one, in the big picture, seemed so small, but that by those hundreds, even thousands, of small steps I would be lead to a higher vision—an encompassing understanding, a wise perspective—of the world’s beautiful operations. It is an understatement to say that the sunrise from that peak did not disappoint.
PS: I had to run back down the mountain to make it to work on time that following Saturday morning. I made it down the mountain (7 miles) in an hour and a half. 12 minutes miles isn't bad considering how intense the trail is at some parts...:)
ReplyDeleteI like how your post ended with the sunrise. There's an element of mystery there, because watching it didn't solve your problems. Yet the beauty, serenity, and singularity of it was worth the hike, even when you coulda been sleeping the whole time. Simply lovely!
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