My small and big triumph

We have been hiking and camping since Sunday in the beautiful terrine of Utah. First off, I have to note that Utah is one of those States that randomly sits in the middle of the map and goes unnoticed. Throughout all my years living in the United States (which is 29 years) I have never thought to visit Utah. Lucky for me, Tryg has driven cross country more times then he likes to admit, and he knew that Utah was the perfect place for us to discover America's beauty.

The first 2 nights of our camping adventure were outside the arches national park, near Moab. Other then a bunch of afternoon excursions in Massachusetts, I am not a sophisticated hiker. Yes, I own sophisticated hiking boots but that's all for show (or so I thought). After my first day in the Arches I soon learned my boots were more then a hardcore show piece, they were the key to my survival, the grip that kept me afoot.

We started our morning in the Arches examining our options. Tryg pointed out the 3 routes on the map: easy, moderate, difficult. We both looked at each other and immediately agreed on moderate. However, once the altitude kicked in and our endorphins were warmed up we had the gas we needed to changed courses; within 45 minutes we took a sharp left down the difficult course. At this point, I was feeling high. I didn't know if it was the boots or the beautiful surroundings but I felt like I could travel the world, one mountain at a time. That was until I heard Tryg say, "uh oh". I followed him towards the grim site and saw a rock, seemingly too steep for me to cross. I attempted once...and failed. I attempted twice...failed again. Tryg was encouraging and told me it was ok to turn around and go back. I refused. I attempted a third time...failed again. By this point, Tryg was getting frustrated as he wanted to keep seeing the arches and my indecisiveness was wasting time. "Lets just turn back," he said. Again, i refused. I was terrified to cross the unpaved path, and my fear of heights prevented me from looking anywhere except down. But yet, I refused to turn back.

I often wonder where I get my steam and courage to never give up. I was not always like this, in fact as a child I was the complete opposite. I had a habit of quitting almost everything I started and never was able to find a hobby that "stuck". To prove this point further, my father came up with a three word chant that I was forced to repeat on a regularly basis. Feeling like I was repeatedly being punished, I used to run around my house (and one time the park) shouting the words "Yes I Can." As I grew older, and moved out of my parents house, I no longer had shout the three words, which made me cringe so many times. But like so many rituals do, the chant stuck. While I refrain from singing it out loud today, mostly due to not wanting to sound crazy, I have learned to quietly say it in my head. And those three words have helped me achieve big triumphs, like starting my own business and smaller triumphs, like climbing the rock in the Arches.

After stepping over the rock and completing the difficult course, I felt amazing. And after it was all done, it really wasn't that scary. Plus I had really great boots.

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