And I said yes! I was excited and yet terrified. But I said yes to a trek after almost 11 years. I actually took a moment to breathe after I paid up for it. This was real and there was no going back. Although I had already started questioning myself. Was I fit enough? Will I be able to walk? Will I be able to breathe? Will I stay alive? It sounds silly now but the storm in my head was very real then. I was full of doubts and short of confidence. But there was this low, suppressed voice inside that was telling me to go ahead. And everything became quiet once I said yes. All the chaos came to peace like this clear still water. I was excited like never before and couldn't wait for the trek!
The first day was the worst. I was the last one walking and it wasn't a good feeling.. I felt restless and yet motivated too at times. But my body would give up after a point. I felt exhausted after reaching the campsite and wondered what is wrong. I was supposed to enjoy! This experience was supposed to magically rekindle my love for the mountains, for the nature.. But nothing of that sort was happening. Instead there I was, tired and enervated. Where was the energy?