My Pill in the Climb

If you could get all the nutrition you needed in a day with a pill — no worrying about what to eat, no food preparation — would you do it? – Daily Post

It’s been two years since my last climb. I am not a seasoned mountaineer or a person who is physically fit — one who can bit the odds and grinds of a tough mountain. I do not know exactly what is the correct threshold or measurement that is set for us to know if it is a major or minor climb. All I know is this, as long as the mountain is higher than 2,000 meters (6561.68 ft.), it is considered a major climb. Forgive me for my lame research, it is not an excuse for me to say that.

So I went and I climbed Mt. Yong Yap. I am not excited or ecstatic at all because I feel nervous. This is my second major climb after climbing three minor climbs (700 meters below) . See, I am such a newbie! I must admit that it was one of the hardest climbs for me. I was so wrong and nonchalant to the fact that I could be injured without having enough training. It was a spur of the moment decision to join other people who are triathletes and self-contained mountaineers. You bet, I am the only one who is a wimp! Thus, I felt like a worm — a weak worm waiting to be eaten by a hungry chicken. I felt down, so down that I just wanted to rest in my tent and feel the warmth of my thermal jacket. Just me. Alone.

The Dora in me is burning and so, I went! I continued to trudge the rocky and muddy trails and cross the river that I do not want to cross. We were always crossing the river that I almost lost count. This river filled my shoes with lots of sands and rocks and I was mad, really mad. It is natural yet my inner kid and immaturity started to kick in. Nevertheless, I have reached 22,783 steps and that is just the first camp site we have reached then I turned off my phone (I used the Walking mate application to compute the steps). If you ever see me that time, you’d see a kid that is eligible to win a Best Childish Act Award in the Oscars.

First day of trekking was awesome. I was able to keep up with their pace but I felt exhausted. It is not me since I am just keeping up with them. Too bad. So, on the second day, I went with my own pace. I do not have choice but to reach the summit on time because I was bringing the group’s food! That made me feel worse considering that they cannot eat if I was trekking too slow. For me, it was too slow (although the guide said it was fine) but I kept going. This is also the first time in my life that I did stop to take a breather or what they call “take five.” I was just too pressured so I carried on even if I want to literally snooze under the comfort of the canopies.

Thirty minutes. I was thirty minutes late but I made it. I am the last one in my group to reach the summit. As much as I want to feel humiliated, a part of me felt happy. It only proved how mindset can take us that far, that it is possible even if you feel it isn’t. For a lazy and undetermined person like me, it was an improvement. It was a change. I can say that I am my own successful prototype of I-can-do-this-no-matter-what goal. I made myself my own guinea pig. No pills or vitamins at all, since I want to test myself if I can make it. Since I am not fond of taking pills or vitamins unless I am sick, I went on with my challenge. I won’t take anything just so I can test my body strength and more so, the strength of my mind. My amygdala told me just that and I followed suit.

I have to confess though. I am the biggest whiner you would ever meet. I complain a lot and talk nonsense but no matter how hard a situation is, I will push myself and test my limits. The next time I am going to climb, I will try my best to exercise and do my training religiously. As they say, reaching the summit is optional, but getting home safe is not. I would also want to descend without feeling any suffering. If I trained well, that would be a rewarding and enjoyable experience. I enjoyed but I am not fulfilled since I know deep within me that I lack preparation for this climb. If you are wondering, I did not use the pill. And, even if I am offered the magical pill, I wouldn’t use it — all for the sake of going au naturel. With or without that magical pill, anyone can make it as long as the mind first believes.

But here’s the thing. From that experience, my face was slapped. I realized that it is important to enjoy our sufferings once in awhile.  Did you know that there is joy in suffering? Only, if we have the guts to look for it. 🙂

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3 thoughts on “My Pill in the Climb

  1. Great post! Your conclusion is really smart, and I completely agree with your last paragraph. I guess there is joy in suffering, though I’ve never thought of suffering like that before.

    • ~ Wow, thanks! 🙂 You’re right, there is a joy in suffering but sometimes it is hard to find that ‘joy’ when one is focused only on the suffering itself and not the happiness/lesson it brings. The last paragraph pertains to the metaphor of suffering although it can also be literal wherein even if we experience suffering while climbing, reaching the summit is a priceless thing, etc. Somehow along the way even if we felt the tiredness, there are times when we do not notice and we just savor the time we are all in this thing together. It is is true what they say that it is not how fast you get there, it is the journey — it is the climb that matters. Thanks for dropping by! (:

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