There comes a time when it is no longer self-conscious. You are hiking along and you see the trail take a serious bend up toward the sky and all it means to you is that you will be higher in altitude in a few minutes. The days when you wished for the end of the uphill are gone, when all you could think about was the screaming coming from your calves, when your lungs burned; these days are gone too.
It’s a hill, or a mountain, or a rise of some sort. No matter. It is part of the trail that you’ve chosen to be on. It’s that simple.
William Arthur Ward said…
The experienced mountain climber is not intimidated by a mountain. He is inspired by it.
Yeah.