I hiked The Incline again. It's not long, into the climb, that the excitement disappears and you begin to say "Why am I doing this again?" It is such a hard workout. (By the way, for those who are new, that is NOT the top! There's another 1/3 of a mile after that!)
The middle third is what kills you. The steps are completely dangerous to climb. Broken pipes and sandy ledges make it hard, especially because you are so tired. The grade is so steep it smacks you in the face. It's not friendly-spaced steps anymore. It's at that point, that I finally found some shade to rest for two minutes. I looked down, and took this picture.
Unless you've hiked it, it's hard to grasp the reality of it. You want to stop. You want to give up. You don't think you'll ever get to the top. Then, suddenly, you are there. Hallelujah!!!
I had hardly any energy this time around. I was disappointed with my endurance. I was feeling faint and dizzy and sluggish, and I realized that the next time I do this, I have to have higher calorie intake. My body needed fuel, and unfortunately, I didn't have it. Next time, I'll be smarter.
However, it's always with a sense of pride and happiness, that carries you back down the mountain, for it's a great accomplishment, no matter how long it takes you to get to the top.