there’s something about getting done with a days work that kicked my ass to the point where it’s not that I just feel tired, it’s that I can feel my muscles are tired. that most muscles in my body throb and ache because they have been pushed so far.

while I am out, pushing my body to that kind of exertion, the thoughts that go through my mind… just one more hill, you can do this one! just keep going, just one more push, just one more, just one more.. up, up, up.

I can never be with someone or date someone who does not understand how freaking rad it feels to push yourself to that point in the mountains… nothing makes me feel more alive than to be so challenged to kick my own ass to a point where I am not sure I can do it anymore, but somehow just manage the strength and keep doing it. knowing that failure is not an option, at times your life depends on your strength and ability to perform.

you could conclude that my summit plans are those of a person who is chased by something. maybe a year ago the were just that, but now they aren’t. why am I so fired up on doing all this stuff and kicking my own ass? and why am I such a rarity? I have always been a bit alienated by the fact that most can’t keep up with me. most aren’t as into doing the things I do.. in the same degree that I do..

like, one day to the next.