A team of us at work took a trip up the mountains at Preikestolen, 604 meters above sea level and 7km there and back. Though I knew about the trip a month or so in advance, I had no idea what to expect. I think my strategy was to not think about at all. I’m below average physical fitness and have only began to exercise in the past 3 months. So yes, I have no idea what I was thinking….. ok, I already said I was not thinking. That explains it.
There were a few things to be learned as I ascended (and later had to descend) the monster climb. I was sure of my failure. It’s a shock to me that I didn’t just find a flat rock, sit on it and cry till my team was convinced I was no good. That way, they’d have sent me back before it was too late. But as you’ve probably gathered, I made the climb and I noted the following which may well apply to my everyday life.
- There’s no point looking down (especially if you’re afraid of heights) or back (especially if you’ve come far enough that going back is just stupid).
- Some things are impossible without a supportive team or network cheering all the way.
- Getting to know people on the way up is an investment for when you have to come down (and it helps to pass the time).
- Follow the trail marked by those who have gone before (it’s not the time to be creative).
- There are muscles you’ll never know you have until you face a certain kind of challenge. It will surprise you how well your body persists and overcomes.
- People who had made the trip before significantly played down how hard it was.
- On returning, it will be unbelievable to the first-timer how high a summit was conquered.
The most difficult part was the height and you know how I feel about extreme sports and living on the edge.
The biggest deal? I’ve got my mojo back. Funny, I didn’t realise I had all but lost it. Going higher can do amazing things – just don’t look over the edge.