I was really dead tired, my legs were screaming of pain and my heart was racing. I wasn’t aiming to be in the top 10. Taking one step at a time. I only wanted to witness the sun rising from the peak and the sky displaying an aura of colors.
No matter slow you are, just keep your focus on the prize: sunrise at the highest peak.
It was 20 minutes before 6. The guide told me to hurry up because the sun is rising soon. I was 100 meters away from the top. If this was running, I could quickly dash my way through in a minute or so. It was climbing, it was cold, my body is exhausted and the only flame burning is my will. I told the guide that I have to be at the peak before sunrise. We took a different path–away from the track where the rope is laid. Using his torchlight, he was pointing to me where to take the next step. I keep on asking how many minutes more. I was looking at the horizon by the minute. There were brushes of orange. “I might not make it”, I accepted it.
In all journey, spend a time to pause, rethink, how can I push myself to succeed?
I always thought that I’m fit. I play volleyball once in a while (but it has been 5 months since my last game), sometimes I jog 5km. But this was a matter of endurance, stamina and strength. My arms could only help much–a shame since they’re much stronger than my legs. Step by step, I keep on pulling my spirit. The guide said, “5 minutes more” and it felt like 5 years. “I won’t even get a certificate nor a recognition when I reach the peak, so why am I so persistent on this?” that’s what I’ve been asking myself over and over. It was my last few steps until the guide told me, “You’re here!” There was an unexplainable satisfaction and excitement, with shivers and numb fingers, I focused the torchlight to myself and painted the widest smile I could make.
It’s rather ironic that the name of the peak is Low’s peak, when actually, it’s the highest in Southeast asia. 🙂