It’s just over a year later and I’ve tried the ramp a few times over the year, each time just about making it, each time needing help to finish. Last time I tried we were with Ruby and Sadie and I asked them to stand at about where they thought I’d have to stop. Sadie, as it turned out, had little faith in my strength and I passed her marking, Ruby set my attempt as ending just a little above the flat rest space and I passed it too but not by much. Both girls were thrilled that I got as far as I did. They too saw it as a successful attempt.
Yesterday, after work, Joe and I were back. I started up while Joe parked the car and he was back about the time I hit the rest spot. I told him that I thought that today was the day and I asked him not to help even if I’m clearly struggling. I assured him I would ask.
Making the rest spot was tough pushing, like it always is, but it’s pushing knowing I can do it. As I began the last part, I didn’t have that faith in myself. I didn’t think I could do it. It’s really steep, I’m really heavy, and I’m tired out from the first part. But I inched closer and closer to the top. People turned to look because of the sounds I was making as I part pushed, part pulled my way up. I passed my previous high point and almost decided to stop, but I didn’t. I cleared the top. For the first time. It took a year for me to get the strength to do this but I have the strength.
I felt a bit nauseous from the strain and had to stop for a second, but it went away quickly and we continued on. This morning my shoulders are sore, but it’s a weird kind of sore, it’s like my body saying, RAH. That probably makes no sense at all.
RAH (ouch) for the prior attempts and RAH (ouch) for making the top.
I need a new Everest.