Kj: Grand Canyon or bust! We are seven weeks out from hiking what I consider one of the natural wonders of the world. The Grand Canyon is majestic, it is breathtaking, and it truly shows the power of Mother Nature. I am looking forward to the morning smell, watching the sunrise, feeling the cold chill in the air. The goosebumps, my heart racing with excitement and fear. The incredible conversations with family, the stories from complete strangers that are all on the same journey.
Am I ready? Mentality I feel strong and excited to get this show on the road! Physically in the gym, I have been doing a great job of training, minus a couple weeks off for vacation. Weight wise I am scared! My nutrition has been, well at least I can say is poor. I am probably thirty pounds heavier than I was last time. I can lift a heck of a lot more weights than ever before. In addition, that goes for all exercises. Which for forty-one years old I think I am doing well in the weight lifting aspect. However, I do think it will be a big hindrance on the trails of the Grand Canyon. My goal was to be lean and mean. I wanted to be light and speedy. For some reason I have been truly struggling with eating. I am not sure if it is stress-eating, lack of willpower at the moment or what. However, I have never had this much difficulty eating healthy. Sadly, I am the one who always preacher’s food is the one thing you have control over. What you eat you can control daily, and at this point I do not feel like I can.
Time to reevaluate and get this under control. I know I will notbe able to make the weight I want to in the next seven weeks. However, I am turning the corner and going to get my self-control back. Remember I want this to be fun and enjoyable and today this is the only thing stopping it. Here is to getting back on the trail in a healthy weight that I can be comfortable with! GC here we come!
Pj: Obstacles, distractions and Pandemics! Really??? You can’t plan for a one hundred year unprecedented event! Schools are shutting down. Social distancing is the norm. TP is flying off the shelf.
As I wonder if air traffic will be possible in two months or if the National Park system will be open, I search for hope and faith and fall short. I feel mentally fatigued, cynical, and worried about humanity, civil society and feel my insignificance. I turn to the Grand Canyon as an object of meditation in my mind’s eye. I let go, breathe deeply, exhale my futile control efforts and give way the a rhythm of breath that links me with the oceans, the seasons, light, and universe. I notice the ground of being supporting me more than any effort for certainty. The wisdom of The Canyon with layers of time, and history beyond memory stored for the observer to see and experience.
One breath at a time, connected, grounded moves me through three dimensions. The river flows with many moods. I look forward to the quenching coolness siting inside the renewing force. If not this season then perhaps another. For now preparation continues, hope lives, dreams guide, and heart and lungs partner for life.

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