Yesterday, I participated in my second Climb For Heroes event. If you watched my stories you know I, again, didn’t summit. Two years ago was the first time I’d never “completed” a hike and I was crushed. I was in great shape, I’d been hiking regularly. I’d summited Baldy before! How was it possible? But I learned a valuable lesson that day - sometimes our bodies tell us “nope” and if we don’t respect that, we risk putting ourselves in far more danger than we should.
This time, making it anywhere near the summit would have been an absolute miracle. I haven’t done a hike with any significant mileage or elevation gain in over a year. A YEAR. So just getting out there was a win for me. But making it to Camp 4 - High Camp - the same place I turned two years before was the biggest victory. Whereas before I felt defeat, yesterday I felt success. I smiled while I ate my apple and just felt so humbled to have made it that far.
I think it’s so vital to the hiking community to celebrate what others may view as “failure”. Yesterday was a beautiful day on the mountain. I saw so many wonderful faces that I adore, supported a worthy organization, thanked veterans for their service and sacrifice to our country, and encouraged every hiker that passed me - both ways - with a “great job!” That’s what yesterday was about. Reaching the summit is a spectacular thing and I’m so proud of the ladies of my team for making it there. But I summited too in my own way. And damn, am I proud about that!
Thank you to everyone who supported me, either via a donation or mentally, physically, sweating it out next to me on the mountain - listening to me swear my way up the damn thing! I needed each and every one of you and I’m so thankful we all did it together! ♥️