I sit here on a Sunday afternoon looking out my window at the eastern slope of the Rockies in Boulder, CO. Did I say Boulder? But I’m from Boston how is it I came to so recently reside in Boulder? My first full week here and everyday I am asking myself that question. In many ways it is the place for me to be since everyone in Boulder is an athlete and on any given day or time you can see swarms of cyclists, runners and various a sundry athletic endeavors taking place. I almost feel guilty sitting inside on yet another beautiful Colorado day. But as my trainers point out, rest is a part of muscle recovery and training. Tomorrow, like everyone else on a Monday morning, I will return to work. My work just happens to be training to climb.
My intention is to be here through my climb of Cho Oyu this August; a prep climb for Everest in 2009. Cho Oyu is twenty kilometers from Everest, 26,000 feet high and will be the first time I will climb with oxygen. But I must admit to some pretty heavy duty homesickness for friends and family back east- so I’m questioning my reasoning for relocating 2200 miles to the west. I’m certain that is part of the training as well. Often on these big mountains far away from all that is familiar I find myself longing for home. Both Cho Oyu and Everest will test my commitment to both myself, my mission and the mountain. So perhaps living here, training here and being on my own are all in preparation for what lies ahead. The journey never seizes to amaze me.
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