Current mood:

calm

Ces't la vie
Doing Grouse Grind on a sunny Sunday afternoon--good idea

Doing Grouse Grind on a sunny Sunday afternoon after two months of
being office-bound and close to sendentary--bad idea

So there I was at the quarter mark, with my bottle of agua a quarter
empty (or full to the optimists). I stared at the endless rocky
trail before me, panting and struggling with that tiny admonishing
voice. Steps led to more steps. Trees led to more trees. Not a a
patch of blue was in sight, only the restless green of the canopy
above. A little while later, however, I came across a comforting
sign:

"There have been recent bear and cougar sightings."

Very comforting.

I guess if willpower and dwindling pride were not enough to propel
you to the top, a jolt of adrenaline might do the trick.

It is, of course, called the Grouse GRIND. There was, after all, a
reason behind the fancy name. That I learned too late to do it
differently and soon enough for an "I told you so"

Did I regret the snap decision to climb to Grouse's peak?

I only regret not doing it sooner.

Much like life, we can never always be too careful. There are
choices we have to make without fully knowing what will happen in
the end. Try as we might to asses our decisions,we will always
encounter "the unanticipated". No plan is 100% foolproof. We take
small and big leaps of faith. We get hurt. We get up. We live on.

The best way to live life, is to, simply, cease the day.