I looked to the peak. Clouds had swept in, an ominous rumble of thunder was echoing through the valley below, and as I watched, it felt hard not to be awed by the size and scale of what lay ahead.
I knew that judging the giant peak’s strengths and weaknesses was pointless because the giant peak ahead wasn’t going to judge me. Instead, there was a rush of inspiration. If I could channel the mountain’s spirit, becoming bulletproof to pain, stress, and fear, then nothing could stop me.
Then I asked the question.
Can I? Or can I not?
