My trip to the grand canyon is getting closer. Seventy-nine days, or 11 weeks, close to be exact. Thus far, my body is cooperating nicely with me — allowing for some hilly but rather scenic hikes in the nearby hills.
Of course my preparation would not be complete without loading up my pack with stuff to simulate the physical demand I will ask of it during the grand adventure. Although initially, the extra weight leaves me feeling tired and as if I have the weight of the world on my shoulders, before long that burdensome feeling has diminished. In no time, I have the strong sense that I am more than capable enough to shoulder the given load. Like in life, we are not fully aware of just how strong and capable we truly are until life asks us to step up and make it happen.
Of course, it is always easier when one has the company of a friend. Although I am a little bummed that my original plan did not pan out as I intended, I can feel blessed that that YaYa encouraged me to invite my friend, Cindy to come along. She nabbed the last spot. I am guessing that the fact that he knew I’d be in good company made it a whole lot easier for him to back down. Easier but still not exactly easy.