Camp: Soon thereafter, Bill and I left to go camping in New Hampshire. Despite me forgetting to pack a few important things...like, oh, the foam mattress or second sleeping bag...we managed to have a great camp out complete with a beautiful fire:
We had a typically camp-out dinner of hot dogs on sticks, crackers and hummus and grapes. There are times when hot dogs are appropriate - camping is one of them!
Hike: We slept awful - basically directly on the ground with roots under us. Yuck. But all that uncomfortableness helped us to get up early and we were on the road to the mountain a little before 6:00am and on the trail by 6:45!!
Now here is the thing about hiking. Bill is great at hiking. Me? Not so much. We did Mount Washington last year and it nearly killed me ... I vowed to never go to the top of that mountain again. Because here is the thing about mountains - they have 2 distinct areas: The climb to the summit cone and the climb up the summit cone to the tippity top. I do great up until the summit cone...the summit cone kills me. It is a steep climb up what is basically a pile of rocks. I suck at climbing up those rocks. Its true that, physically, I am tired by that point - 2 hours of vertical climbing is no walk in the park. But mentally, when I look up and all I see is a quarter mile of rocks and what appears to be the top of the mountain some what out of my view, I just shut down. I start to believe that I am never going to make it. On Mount Washington, the summit cone beat me. I sat down and cried and had a totally break down. Bill was good about it and I eventually hauled my butt up that mountain. But I was defeated and it was a bad scene. Which explains why this year we did Mt. Lafayette...a much smaller, more manageable mountain. But the summit cone? It almost beat me again. I could feel myself shutting down, I could feel the tears coming on and the panic set in. Bill asked if I needed a break and I admitted I did. I stopped for a minute and drank some water. Then I gave myself a stern mental talking to. It was just a climb. One foot in front of the other. Thats it. All I had to do was get out of that negative place in my head...and I did. I got up that stupid pile of rocks and I was together enough mentally at the top to actually enjoy it!
(Oh hiking clothes, how unflattering you are)
Breathe: We came directly home after the hike and this morning I was off to Awakening Yoga at Revelation...which is exactly what my tight hiking muscles needed. Thankfully there did not appear to be power yoga after, so my legs got a break. I can already feel them stiffening up again and I am looking forward to YinYang Yoga tonight!