The last time I climbed a mountain

I once climbed a 14er — emphasis on once. It was the most miserable experience of my life.

My physical trainer bet me that I could lose 12 pounds by a certain date. If I won, I had to climb the Manitou Springs Incline and a 14,000 foot mountain. If I lost, I’d have to do both, but with a 50 pound pack. The worst bet I’ve ever agreed to!

I won the bet and, while it wasn’t a walk in the park, defeated the Incline with what now seems like little effort.

And then a month later, I attempted the 14er.

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