Hiking takes time, effort, and some stamina. It’s not for everyone. But, for those who enjoy it, it’s addictive. I’ve not yet convince my daughter in the splendor of hiking. When she was a little thing—riding on my back—she loved it. I mean, how couldn’t she? It was a free ride, for several hours, with little to no effort involved. However, when she reached middle school age, her eagerness changed. I’d persuade her to suffer through one or two trips during the summer. About this time, we started asking her to “share the load” and carry her own pack. I think you can see where this is going. Once she reached high school…no dice. Hiking was boring. Hiking was not cool. Hiking meant the opposite of fun. Like I said, it’s not for everyone.
Have you ever started something, a book, DIY home-repair, or something more mundane (I’m talking about you laundry) and gave up on it. You couldn’t spend another minute, hour, or entire weekend, trudging through the same routine…again. You’ve tired of the process, or other things have become more important—finishing the newest season of Orphan Black is *very* important! The newness has worn off. The once bright, shiny focus of your attention is now gone, replaced with apathy. You’re done.
Whenever I'm tapped out, drained, or any other metaphor for how I'm feeling, I rely on a good hike to recalibrate. Sure, it’s a lot of work, but the natural recharge more than makes up for the effort.