I got the email yesterday. “What does your schedule look like for July 14-29?”
Here we go. Kilimanjaro.
To tell you the truth, I had started to become comfortable with the idea that I had not been chosen. I was still compulsively checking my phone for a new email, sure, but because I hadn’t heard anything on Friday I assumed I was staying local this summer.
I assumed wrong.
I’ll go into that a bit further at another time.
Today, I have to train.
I didn’t have any exotic goals on my list this summer. Climb a few 14ers, go on a few epic bike rides. Camp. Climb. Raft. Kilimanjaro? Yeah, right! Er, actually. Yeah. Right.
So it’s time to shake a leg. Burpies, hill sprints, take it easy on the beer.
Here goes nothing…