A very fast paced hike with a friend. She’s loved and lost – literally. She’s had significants leave, die, hurt her, etc. Yet, she’s full of life.
She was my guide on this hike because I wanted to see the terrain for the adventure race in June. The single-track trail is rated a 5/5 on the hiking difficulty scale. Something new to train for, to live for.
The topic came about due to her mentioning a personal fitness client of hers who suffered from depression. This client ended up quitting fitness because of the emotions that it was bringing up. I was sad to hear this. I told my friend, “If only she could have channeled her depression into something fitness-like that she liked. It’s one thing to feel pain and channel it into potato chips, pop, chocolate and late-night TV. That’s called hurting yourself – but what if she could hurt herself in a positive way: a fitness lifestyle.”
“Exactly,” my friend replied. “When I had all this bad stuff going on in my life, I thought that instead of someone else being in control of my pain, I would be in control of it. So that’s why I built a life around fitness, adventure racing and challenging myself.”
Masochistic? Maybe. Necessary? Very.