Yesterday, I found freedom.
A year ago, I could only dream of reaching the highest summit on the North Shore. Soon after getting accepted into a competitive professional masters program in Toronto (on the 2nd try), I realized my time was now limited in Vancouver, and the only thing that was stopping me from bagging those difficult-rated peaks I always wanted to do was myself (it’s crazy how emotional abuse fucks you up with self doubt, even over a year later). When I found myself staring at the Lions every day from work wishing I could be up there, it eventually occurred to me that I couldn’t think of one good reason why not. Self sabotage was not a good enough reason.
Since I’ve never been a natural athlete, am the clumsiest person, and am working towards becoming a health professional myself, I wanted help from someone who knows their stuff to prep me physically for the goals I had in mind. Despite a couple injuries, @fitlikefisher & @mvmtacademy not only trained me to reach these goals, but crush them.
I was lucky enough to have Liam and his pup Mya join me on my final hike before the big move. A 1500+m elevation gain in 7k meant that it would be one of the toughest hikes I’d tackle to date. Reading that it would take 7-9 hours, I gave myself a conservative time goal of 8 hours. On the way up, Liam kept insisting that we’d be down in 6 hours (to which I responded with heavy breathing and head shaking). The last 500m of scree and scramble proved too difficult for Mya, so I pushed on with Liam’s encouragement while the two of them had their own adventure.
Reaching the top, taking in the 360 degree view and looking DOWN at the Lions was something else. I finally proved to myself that I could do it. I had it in me all along. After getting some photos with the Fujifilm app and a quick hustle down, I checked the time.
6 hours 15 minutes round trip.
What’s stopping you from doing what you want to do?