Nothing makes me feel quite the same way that hiking does. And that, of course, is why I hike. I wish I could accurately describe this feeling. It comes in stages. First, there is the anticipation of a day, not only in the beauty of nature, but also a day of working my body – of feeling my muscles moving and stretching and challenging themselves.
Then, there’s the actual hike and all the feelings that go with it including, geez this is so hard and, gad, aren’t we at the top yet and, as Penny so accurately said today: this is my favourite part of the hike (this was said two seconds before we reached the top, so, you see?)!
Even more than that, I love the quiet, steady rhythm of walking and walking and walking, of heading up that hill and listening to my breath and the beating of my heart. I love getting so hot that I have to peel off the layers. I like the work while, at the same time, I’m wishing the work was done and I was at the bloody top already.
I love the beauty of hiking. I constantly am aware of the light in the trees, the sun in the mist, the views over ridges. And then, of course, I have to take my camera out to try and capture it all.
I love hiking for the feeling of accomplishment when the mountain has got itself climbed and we come back and, tired, hot and sweaty, we get into our cars – and sitting down feels so good. It’s also such a good feeling knowing I achieved something.
And then I get the wonderful joy of reliving the entire hike again when I upload and edit my photos.
And not to forget that at the end of every hike I reward myself with some good organic dark chocolate. That in itself is worth the effort.
Today, I had the added joy (bliss) of coming home to Simon: to Simon’s kiss, his arms, his love. Could a day get any better? I think not.