Three years ago…A journey of looking back!
I wonder where this dusty road will lead…
Three years ago today I received a shot of love. Contrary to what one would have hoped for on 14 February: a golden arrow straight from the bow of an angelic cherub with rosy cheeks, wings and golden curls, I received the shot compliments of a man in a white lab coat, glasses and silver hair; my doctor at the time. Even more, while the shot was not necessarily one which enabled me to fall in love, it certainly helped to numb my ability to feel pain. The shot of love, which was meant to be the final bit of coating, a fitting “boy voyage” gift, was one of cortisone. Little did I know I was not really saying “bon voyage” as much as “Hello destiny” as I set out to embark on a trip that changed my life: climbing Mount Kilimanjaro as part of an extreme fundraiser for the American Cancer Society.
Prior to the climb, I was a Marathoner/Half-Marathoner and Biathlete.
(Running the ING NYC Marathon with a Storm Trooper in Nov 2005)
Ever hungry for adventure and a challenge of endurance, I traded in my running shoes for hiking boots, determined to see the peaks of Uhuru at 19,340feet, all in celebration of my family members (namely my Nana) and friends who had defeated cancer, as well as those who had fought valiantly.
Mount Kilimanjaro in the distance…taken in the bus en route to the gate at Macheme.
Over the course of the next two weeks, I invite you to join me as I recount my journey to and from, as well as up & down Mount Kilimanjaro, the highest peak in Africa. Be prepared for moments of disbelief, amusement, laughter, tears, altitude sickness and of course, my signature booty-slap dance as we traipse through Kilimanjaro’s five different climate zones. Let’s Mount Up!