“Waiting's exhausting.”
―Toba Beta
On Easter morning my father and I took a run/hike to the top of Indian Mountain. We started in the dark with the aim of getting in a few miles, some vertical and catching the sunrise from the top of the peak. With a pack of doggalos in tow we moved along at an easy pace through the cool morning. The last mile or so is quite steep and I made a game of trying to race Ella. I didn't stand a chance.
I arrived at the top a couple minutes ahead of my dad and was soon voted most popular as I handed out snacky-snacks to the four legged runners. My dad followed shortly and informed me that I was not at the "very tippy-top" and that we needed to hurry if we were going to get there in time. A hundred yards south and two and a half vertical feet later we apparently topped out.
I don't know if his timing is really as impeccable as my father might lead some to believe but we waited there for a total of about thirty seconds before the sun peeked over Bonneville Peak to the East. Impressive.
So many things seem to be going on in my life right now and I often feel I need to be hurrying to do, well, everything. I have gotten pretty good at cultivating a sense of urgency. Maybe someday I will have the wisdom and experience to realize that sometimes I am right where I am supposed to be.
And always bring snacky-snacks.
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