|Mt. Crosson (foreground), Peak 12,472 (bump on |
the right), Foraker towering behind
Perhaps it's just the final manifestations--the death throes of the near-obsession mentality I've had as my mantra over the course of the past 12 months.
That laser-focus has been a necessary part of the journey, too, to keep me focused on doing what's required day in and day out to be physically and mentally prepared for a climb of this magnitude. But it's as though that deep rumbling in my spirit is finally ready to stop making quakes and at last relinquish my mind to the actual experience, instead of just far-off imaginings of what the reality *might* be.
Day by day, week after week, month after month, I've struggled against gravity in the gym, hurled myself into the street for long runs down neverending dark roads, leapt, pushed, squatted, pulled, grunted, screamed, and sworn my way to the condition in which I now find myself... prepared.
Punctuated by the weekly rituals of long miles in steep upward slogs under outrageous pack weights to the tops of local peaks, I now stand fully ready to perform in the manner of my training, and to now do it in one of the world's most unforgiving and inhospitable environments: the Central Alaska Range.
- Thanks to a new sponsorship from Spot, you can now track my path up the mountain by satellite between 4/27/11 and 5/15/11 here:
|On the summit of the Radio Control Tower - May, 2010. The tail of Mt. Hunter's west ridge|
is on the left, Foraker in the distance.