It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves

This is a famous quote by Sir Edmund Hillary, the first person to climb Mt Everest. This post will be about how and why I started hiking, and what I feel about it.

As I talked in my previous post, it was back in 2012 that I became conscious and aware of my health issues to a point where I knew I have to take some action. I hated going to the gym, sweating it out on treadmill as a way to exercise. Before moving to California, I lived in Dallas, Texas and there was not much to do outdoors. The weather didn’t help either in Dallas. When I moved to California, I was introduced to the concept of hiking. One of my friend’s brother would go hiking almost every weekend.

It would amuse me to see so many people hike and talk about it. Is this person out of their mind?Why someone would leave the comfort of couch, air conditioning and drag themselves to the top of a mountain? Why would you torture yourself and for what? For a while I never even thought about hiking.

When I was ready to take some real steps to improve my health, I decided to give hiking a try. August 12, 2012 was the day I went on my first hike with two of my friends. Needless to say, I was in pain while doing it. It was a 10 mile loop with around 2300ft of elevation gain. With encouragement from my friends, I endured the pain and kept on going and finished it. Holy shit, it felt good. This was the most physically challenging thing I had done so far in my life. The satisfaction motivated me.

Next weekend we went to one of the most popular hike in East Bay - Mission Peak. This one climbs almost 2000ft within 3 miles and is a killer workout. I was so slow, all the excitement was gone and I was questioning myself. Why was this a good idea? Why do I need to put myself through this pain? Why did it feel good last week when it clearly is so painful? While I was struggling with my thoughts, my friends bolted off at their speed. I had told them to keep going and I’ll meet them at the top. So now I had to make it to the top. I still remember a lot of encouragement from folks who saw an overweight guy struggling to keep going. “Take your time, there is just a fucking pole up there” said someone. I didn’t know about any pole at that moment. All I knew was I have to make it to the top. This was my first time at mission peak and it took me over 2 hours just to reach to the top. Reaching the top made all the pain and sweat worth it. I found my friends over there, who looked like just woke up from a nap. They just waited and waited and waited for me, but didn’t give up on me. And then I saw the pole that many people climb on and get clicked. Mission Peak

Coming down was equally painful and I learnt an important lesson that day - keep your toe nails trimmed. They take a lot of pressure they take while coming down a steep slope and it hurts pretty bad for days after. And then I did this hike again the next weekend. I went on 10 hikes in total in those 12 weeks before my annual trip back home to India. We started finding more and more trails all over the bay area to go explore. Our weekends were planned around hiking. And we kept this up again when I was back from vacation. I found my new love and it has stayed true till date.

Why do I love hiking so much? There are many reasons and emotions attached to hiking for me. It is hard for me to capture them in words but I’ll try to.

I am eternally grateful to my friends who took me hiking for the first few times, stuck with me when I was struggling and gave me something that is part of me now. I am also blessed that my wife loves hiking and lot of our vacations are planned around hiking. Hope we stay fit so we can keep hiking for many more years. There are so many beautiful places yet to be explored….in the nature, in our minds and our souls.