It takes a special kind of insanity to agree to forego an entire night of sleep to drive five-plus hours out to Yosemite and hike in the dark for eight miles, with almost 5,000 feet in elevation gain. And yet I managed to find five other people up for the challenge. Maybe I ought to reevaluate my friendships.
Or remain overwhelmingly thankful for the wonderful people in my life. I think I’ll stick with the latter…
I’m still somewhat in denial that this past weekend actually happened. Saturday morning began with SUP yoga (see ya, #25!), and, no surprises, I loved it. I mean, it’s YOGA and PADDLEBOARDING. Synergy! Because what I really needed was another hobby. A few hours and a rental minivan later, we were happily on our way to Yosemite. In retrospect, I really should have slept in the car and/or consumed 100 bananas. But, you know, hindsight is 20/20, and I didn’t really anticipate cramping up at mile two. Of 18. Yikes.
Admittedly, I’m not currently in the best shape of my life, but I have never before experienced this sort of muscle cramping. By the time I got to the cables, both calves were screaming in pain. And then my right foot started to seize up. Followed by the left. Getting old is so not fun. Did I mention that I have amazing friends? There’s no doubt in my mind without them, I would not have made it. Every (increasingly painful) step of the way, they were so encouraging and just a sheer joy to be around. Truly, I could not have asked for a better group of people.
Enough sentiment. Suffice it to say that this was an incredible experience. And I think everyone should add this item to his/her bucket list.