'Have a good holiday?' 'Awful. Nothing went wrong at all.'

Last Saturday, I climbed Timpanogos--I hiked more than 14 miles over dirt, water, snow, mud, and rocks.

I was expecting an epiphany. I was expecting to feel beyond incredible. Expecting to reach the top and feel like I could do anything in the world, anything in life, if I only put my mind to it. But I was minimally sore the next day and, except for my beaten up, dirty shoes, there wasn't any suffering or loss.

Instead, I realized that I already knew I can do anything I want. It was the training and not the final, grand event that made me strong. Instead, the moment in the trip that choked me up was the night before we left, 11 pm, when Jessica called to pass on that she felt prompted to bring extra socks, and thought I might want to as well. I had had the same thought a few hours earlier. We were receiving the same help, and it touched me. Instead, it was more important for me to be there for a friend, to just have a new experience, and to find out that I already knew.

'Til we meet again, Timp.