In this place I’m better at 49 than I was at 39.
Desert heat. High altitude. Steep terrain.
This post was birthed in my mind a couple of months ago, but I’m glad I didn’t get around to writing it until now. It seems the perfect birthday post as I enter my last year of this decade.
One of my best friends and I went on an adventure the first week of September. It was an amazing unfolding of unplanned wandering into uncharted terrain.
Pictures don’t do justice to the challenge we faced with steep trails and long, windy stone staircases in these hot, dusty places. But thanks to stronger bodies, we didn’t cower.
We sweated. We ached. And we conquered.
Day after day, trail after trail, we found new heights to climb. There’s no way my body could have handled the heat or the repeated assault on lungs and burning muscles before.
The journey to health and weight loss gave me a new lease on life.
In 365 days I’ll enter my 50’s. Who could have dreamed I’d have more stamina and thirst for adventure than I did when I entered my 40’s?
My weight loss journey continues to have its shares of triumphs and frustrations. The fight to drop the weight took plain ole hard work. Maintenance isn’t a cake walk. (Yes, I chose that old saying on purpose.) But here is the victory: Hiking. Climbing. Rafting. Even strolls through the park with my honey.
Reclaiming my love of movement, my love of adventure.
Reclaiming a piece of me, long lost.
If you’re struggling along the journey to better health, may I encourage you with this thought?
It’s worth it.
Stick to it, and find your own adventurous self!
Until Next Time,