Friday, November 6, 2009
Bluffed by the Peak
Sometimes when you hike, the peak of the mountain bluffs you a bit. You're climbing your heart out, you turn a corner and see a ridge that you're sure must be the top of this beast. All your adrenaline kicks in and you truck it up what you think must be the final few yards only to find that it was just a ridge. There's another steep incline ahead that you couldn't see from your lower position. And so you take a breath, gaze at the view that is getting better and better, and shuffle your hiking boots again - trying to regain your motivation.
For 48 hours, I was as excited as I would be just before I see the next challenge over that ridge. I seemed to be reaching the peak of morning sickness. My food was remaining firmly in its proper place. My energy level was such that the gym became my friend again. I did not look with too much disgust into our pantry.
I was getting ready to throw a party to celebrate. I called family and friends last night to tell them the good news. When I woke up this morning, I hopped out of bed and went to fix my own breakfast. (Dear hubs usually brings oatmeal to me in bed before I make any movements.) But alas, it was all a bluff. I soon discovered that I was once more laying motionless on our couch clinging to my trash can.
Nonetheless, I'm shuffling my boots once more and hoping that this next ridge is the peak of the mountain. The hike is always worth the view from the peak. I think it just may be in sight!