Victory by attitude
Last week, I finally got my tomato plants in their pots and flowers in their hanging baskets. Another thing crossed off ye olde “I’m going to … “ list.
Sunday, we packed up my mom’s RV and we made the quick trip west to Moab. Monday morning, Bill helped me cross yet another thing off my list. We hiked to Delicate Arch inside Arches National Park.
We got to the trailhead early enough to avoid the heat of the day, gathered our water and fruit and started out.
I have to agree with the National Park Service brochure, it was a strenuous hike … for me. For the tiny, Asian tourists “hiking” in polyester trousers and patent leather ballet flats, it seemed like the proverbial walk in the park.
The further up the steep slickrock trail, the slower I went. I stopped often for water and rest. When I was passed by a geriatric couple, I really started getting down.
My legs felt like lead, each step was a labor. I never considered quitting, but I started feeling bad about myself. I started mourning Robin B.A.D (Before Addison’s disease). I thought about how much easier the hike would have been a couple years ago, before I got sick.
As I plodded along, I forced myself to think about the fact I was achieving another goal. I wasn’t thinking about what I used to be, how things are harder for me now, how I’m not what I used to be. Instead I focused on the prize.
I pulled up my big-girl panties and carried on. I made it to Delicate Arch and even conquered my fear of heights to cross the steep bowl it sits on to get my picture taken at its base.
Now when I look at the pictures from that hike, I see victory by attitude … not defeat by disease.