The Narrows Hike - at around ~10 Miles in
The last shuttle leaves the Temple of Sinawawa in another five hours, at 1930 hrs. Tall canyons, millions of years of water and ice shaping up the stone, the process visible before your own eyes as water gushes down on the smooth and round stones. Your mind snapshots the beauty of the surroundings, but your body would rather get this over with. No one in sight, only the sound of water persistently eroding away the canyon walls. With every step, you slip, stumble, your brain corrects for the movements, and before you topple, you gain a tighter footing. The swollen knee cap from the earlier fall is feeling better being in knee deep cold water, yet it could totally do without working against the steady current. Will I survive another 10 miles without injuries, will I make it before sunset, will it matter if I don't ? I am hungry, I have not had any food so far. Though there is no lack of energy, I can feel my stomach caving in. The solitude and force of the nature around, strangely encouraging and replenishing. No tasks, no schedules. I am not waiting for someone to reply back, I am not thinking about dealing with the next shit storm. Just the plain primal goal of survival. Relieving.
The Regular Sunday Night
I have to get to work tomorrow. Preferably early in the morning, so that I can retain that sleep and food schedule going for the rest of the week. Have a few tasks that have rolled over from friday and would possibly want to wrap them up before getting along with the day. Have to make sure I have breakfast in the morning. Sleeping now would be a good idea, but a better idea would be to turn away from the screen, read something for a while and then try to sleep. I had my flex armband turned off today, so I am probably going to figure in the bottom few on this week's leaderboards.
The last shuttle leaves the Temple of Sinawawa in another five hours, at 1930 hrs. Tall canyons, millions of years of water and ice shaping up the stone, the process visible before your own eyes as water gushes down on the smooth and round stones. Your mind snapshots the beauty of the surroundings, but your body would rather get this over with. No one in sight, only the sound of water persistently eroding away the canyon walls. With every step, you slip, stumble, your brain corrects for the movements, and before you topple, you gain a tighter footing. The swollen knee cap from the earlier fall is feeling better being in knee deep cold water, yet it could totally do without working against the steady current. Will I survive another 10 miles without injuries, will I make it before sunset, will it matter if I don't ? I am hungry, I have not had any food so far. Though there is no lack of energy, I can feel my stomach caving in. The solitude and force of the nature around, strangely encouraging and replenishing. No tasks, no schedules. I am not waiting for someone to reply back, I am not thinking about dealing with the next shit storm. Just the plain primal goal of survival. Relieving.
The Regular Sunday Night
I have to get to work tomorrow. Preferably early in the morning, so that I can retain that sleep and food schedule going for the rest of the week. Have a few tasks that have rolled over from friday and would possibly want to wrap them up before getting along with the day. Have to make sure I have breakfast in the morning. Sleeping now would be a good idea, but a better idea would be to turn away from the screen, read something for a while and then try to sleep. I had my flex armband turned off today, so I am probably going to figure in the bottom few on this week's leaderboards.
What ?
I rarely write about life, but when I do, it is pretty abstract. What I am comparing above are two self-centered memories. Questioning the flow of time around me and my buoyancy is the intent here, because it seems to be so very dependent on the layers of complexity you spin around yourself. The basic animal self never has to worry about anything more than the simple art of survival : food, sleep and sex.
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