This past Saturday, I joined the work athletics team for a practice run. Yes, run, although it is more of a shuffle in my world! Anyway, the team was supposed to start at 05:00, and I had my alarm set to be there on time. And when the alarm went off, I didn’t press snooze; I pressed stop and turned, ready to continue with my sleep, as I felt too tired to punish myself like that. I couldn’t sleep and decided to wake up anyway. As I was preparing myself, I started seeing updates from members and got the fuel I needed to do this!
Sometimes showing up is the only choice
I had a doctor’s appointment that day, so I needed a
change of clothes. Since time was not on my side, I had to do everything in a
rush. And each time I had to leave, I realised I had forgotten something. This
happened so often that I wondered if it was even worth it. The last
straw was when I tripped and fell! Need I mention how falling unsettles me,
given my fragile structure now? Instead of seeing that as a sign that maybe
it was time for a rain check, the rebel in me was more determined to show up. When I
arrived at the venue, I got unnerved as it was still a tad dark, and while
there were cars, no one was in sight. I knew long-distance runners had a
different route but expected to find the short-distance tribe. I felt a bit
dejected as I reflected on how everything seemed to go wrong before I left. And
then I had a light bulb moment! I was being delayed so I could arrive when it
was not too dark since I would be alone! Coincidence? Synchronicity? In my
world, it will be the latter. Anyway… that’s not what I’m writing about!
A little support goes a long way
Over the years, I have participated in several marathons as a walker and
have always been in awe of the different teams running as a group, mostly
singing while I’m gasping for air (shuffling, not running). I learned later that
those groups are called buses. And it is those buses that ensure that all members
finish the race! I also noticed that there would be normal water stops, but
there would also be some special stops provided for specific team members only,
with the attendants there cheering members on. The camaraderie and the support have
always been a marvel to watch. Only this past weekend did I get a glimpse of how
the foundation of such a support structure is laid. It takes commitment and
sacrifice from members who choose not to train and support their fellow runners
during their training. It takes members who choose to attend a marathon they
are not taking part in to support their team members. It takes runners who finish
running short distances and wait at the finish line to cheer their team members
running long distances. It is stuff like this that tends to pull at my
heartstrings.
In hiking, a selfie moment can sometimes be all the cheering you need (Photo courtesy of Keo wa Aforika)
A little appreciation for the helpers
This led me back to a moment back in 2015 when a friend was injured
during a weekend hike. This injury happened on the first day of a two-day hike,
and she was not about to abandon such a serious mission just to be x-rayed and put
on a moon boot. As is the culture of hikers, everyone did their bit to ensure
she was comfortable. Everything except convincing her that it was not a good
idea not to be checked immediately, especially given that she was at an age
where spare parts were scarce. Among the helpers was one big-hearted soul (may her
soul continue to rest in peace) who was a lover and a cheerleader of note. My experience
over the weekend made me appreciate her again. It was her nature to make sure
everyone was okay. She opted not to hike
on the second day to take care of the injured hiker. Some hikers offered to
stay with them. When the rest of the group left that morning, she was cheering
us on, almost crying as she wished us well and reminded us how much she loved
us all. After her passing, a video of this moment was circulated widely across
social media platforms. I’m only realising now how big her role was. She was not
just that person who enjoyed traveling with hikers while she was not going to
hike. Not only did she keep the fireside busy with her humour, but she also ensured hikers were
fed!
Being held
I have received a lot of support in my hiking journey. I have mentioned that this started as a wobbly journey due to my fear of heights and bodies of water. And yet, through the support of fellow hikers who had to hold me or even carry my bag, I could overcome most of those fears. When watching the Comrades Marathon, one witnesses strength, resilience and character. The selflessness I have seen with runners carrying each other to the finish line says much about this tribe. I have realised that running needs mental strength, as does hiking. You are as good as your physical, mental and emotional fitness during a hike. It is, therefore, important to attend to those. In addition to your fitness, your tribe will determine how you experience a hike. Your support to others will determine how they experience a hike.Sometimes hiking can be torture
I don’t think my body ever experienced torture like it did when I hiked the Anchascocha trail in Peru. For anyone who wants to know when I’m doing Kilimanjaro, I’m not sure. With my weak lungs and my struggle with altitude in Peru, I may just have to accept that it is not for me. And I’m saying this, knowing very well that there is absolutely nothing wrong in changing my view at some point. Anyway, I feel I could have done with better support on this hike, but I cannot forget how two guys had to drag me to the Rainbow Mountain. I remember at 20 meters, one of the guys saying to me, you can go back if you want. I was done; but I looked at him and asked, are you mad? Dealing with altitude needs serious fitness; but even fit hikers can struggle with that. A supportive tribe is still key, but being physically fit and mentally ready to deal with altitude is vital.
The view is always worth the rough climb.
Being with the tribe
I will be going on a weekend hike soon after two or more years of absence, not out of choice. Life happens, and I have learned not to force anything. Again, in my world, everything happens for a reason. I am looking forward to reconnecting with nature. I am looking forward to watching the stars (elements allowing) by the fireside and sharing some hilarious stories shared only around the fire. I’m looking forward to hearing wild animals calling at night. And while I’m looking forward to all these, I am looking forward to sharing space and food with my tribe and the support that goes with that. That support can be someone walking with you when you cannot keep up with the group's pace. Someone encouraging you when you start questioning the wisdom of subjecting yourself to rough terrains when you could have joined a choir. You may, at some point, question your decision to leave your comfortable bed to be tortured in the bush. Believe me, it is normal. We do that, and as soon as we finish the trail, the first question becomes, when and where are we hiking next?
You may be the one that has to switch on the geyser.
At the end
I hope in your journey, you will be made to feel like you
belong to a tribe. And here, I’m not referring to belonging to a specific group.
Being a hiker makes you part of a bigger hiking tribe. And the support you
will receive will not be limited to those you know. I hope you,
too, will open your heart and make other hikers feel part of a
tribe. And while at that, may we never forget what we owe to nature and our environment. Let’s respect nature and keep our environment clean. Let's preserve
it for future generations. One step at a time!
Td