Today it welcomed me.
The sign at the start informs “Warning! This is not a walk in the park!”
Noted. But they should add, “This is a calf-burning, lung-wheezing, butt-kicking struggle up a mountain.”
I’ve got my iPhone and playlist ready but once I start, find music is not what I crave, instead finding motivation in the bird calls and waterfall roars. Propelling myself onwards with mantra’s of ‘Plod on girl, plod on!’ Not poetic surely, but heartfelt fully.
I hear fellow hikers cursing, spitting, gagging and moaning. Myself? I resort to Korean exhultations of “Ay Eee go” which doesn’t come up when I google it but from what I remember is something along the lines of “Bloody hell” (said in your best British accent of course)
Those I passed on the way up, looking weary and beaten, now arrive triumphant and accomplished. We did it. And it does not disappoint. Relief and joy.
Descending, I am sure to tell all the red-faced, gasping folks I pass still working their way up,
‘It is worth it. It is so, so worth it!’