Today I ran to the moon and back. My legs were heavy, my feet ached, my eyes burned, and my lungs fought me every step upward. But my heart, the core of my essence pulsed in a loud rhythmic cadence, echoing in the silence of altitude, thumping stop, nudging go. My heart loved every lost and reclaimed breath. My head dipped and shoulders narrowed as the wind attacked at the crest. The joy of struggle pushed at the corners of my mouth forcing that cracked smile of happiness that often comes when the body and mind experience pleasure and pain equally.

Here I lose myself, becoming just another stone amongst the thousands that line the mountain. Wilderness takes my identity and reminds me of my insignificance. What the wilderness takes it returns tenfold. In the exhaustion I find vitality.

Oh, and yesterday I had $2 tacos!