Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Dear Hiking boots

Where do I begin? Not so long ago I was this avid hiker. Trained hard to conquer or should I rather say, trained hard to survive the peak of Mount Everest base camp. Locally I would not miss a Sunday dawn hike whether it be scorching hot or safely wet. Nowadays I’m faced with challenges and did not lace up my boots for yonks’. This makes me feel sad. Like a part of my life is missing.

I ask myself how do I fight this beast of challenges? to breakthrough to the other side and re-unite with the one passion of my life. It’s a daily yearning ,walking out my front door and looking at Devil’s Peak and it simply just stares back at me, like someone that is giving me the silent treatment. Driving to work the yearning continues ,my route takes me right smack in the middle of our beloved Table Mountain.  Many mornings as I have my first sip of coffee, I have to live with the view from my window, displaying the cable rides up and down the mountain. That same route I used to climbed at least once a week.

Yes, I am blaming it on my recent single parent status, on the lack of support, on the winter blues, on my poor fitness level and just about everything. How ironic, I should first hand know that all of these challenges above can be remedied with a walk on the mountain and for some reason I feel stuck. How do I move forward and make it happen for me again? How do I snap out of this bubble that is clearly  not working for me?  I decided to have a heart to heart chat with my hiking boots.

Salomon’s I said, do you remember our time together? Walking, climbing, season after season. Do you remember our chats when I told you that my eyes cannot believe what it sees on the mountain?,  the beauty of mother nature. How I would stop and take in the fresh air. It felt that my lungs were smiling , like I just presented it with a gift. My ears became like vampire ears, I would hear everything in the most tranquil of sounds. I recall how we would trek for minimum of eight hours to maximum of twelve hours without a single complaint from you. You carried me  when I needed you most and now I’ve imprisoned you. How do we together channel enough energy to be where we belong.

I need answers and a master mind plan.