One Apple A Day #146
My legs are sore. My thighs are begging me to stop, here and now. Just stop. I can feel the tickle on my right heel announcing a new blister on the way. My heart rate is over the redline, but I can’t shift to an upper gear.
I know that I should watch upward, but I’m too busy watching my steps. And to be honest, I don’t want to watch up. Most of the time I can see only rocks, only twice I’ve been able to spot the wooden top of the refuge, and it reminded me of the long way ahead.
Another step and the trail starts to level. The ground clears up and becomes almost flat.
I may be able to do it.
And then I turn around the last corner, a pink rock spike. I raise my eyes, and the Dolomites hit my senses with all their majesty.
Anytime I hike, I understand that the struggle and the effort to get up here are an essential part of the magic. Thanks to the technology, the internet and the innovation in the market, it is easy to get everything we want with one click. Hiking reminds me the wonderful feeling of earning something. The beer at the refuge is the tastiest you can have. The scenario is the best you can experience. Even when the destination is formidable by itself, like the Dolomites, it is only through the struggle and sweat that you can make it magical.