I thought we would have arrived at the summit by now. Climbing all night and through hot days. Yet still I look ahead and below where the challenges lay. Sometimes wondering can the grip maintain?
Our hands shake out the madness. Tension feeds the extremes. Would we want it flat and narrow? Who are we kidding of course not. That is why we run, cycle and pull up. Adventure! I love this word.
It is a combination of fight and flight. Sometimes we duck down when the pins are raised. How many misses does it take for us to stand up. We’ve got the will but will we carry on?