Tuesday, June 9, 2015 |
Dave Matsumura |
I know, I know. National Donut Day was last Friday and I didn't post anything. I got enough razz from everyone about it, but I have a good excuse. So here it is in a mathematical equation:
Dave - 3 hours of Surfing daily X 730 days + 1 raised glaze donut X 1 too many = Time to exercise.
So, my wife and I decided to celebrate our 3rd anniversary by climbing to the top of Half Dome in Yosemite. Let me tell you, it was probably the most sketchy thing I have ever done in my life.
I liken it to child birth (though I've never done that). One of my good friends told me that while watching his son be born he was a little... correction... A LOT freaked out. He said it was like a war zone in the room. His wife was screaming in pain, there was blood on the walls, and he was petrified in confusion. But he said, "It's the weirdest thing, the women, they forget. Right after all that chaos and the baby is put in their arms they say, 'Let's have another.' But us men... We never forget. I can't forget [shaking his head looking at the floor]."
So, climbing 4,800 feet up in elevation in 8.2 miles was very, very painful (this isn't the part like childbirth). After hours and hours, and countless stairs of granite, we finally reached the cables. At this point you are faced with an ominous view of thin cables attached to unattached poles, resting in small holes, leading up a 45 degree incline up a rock that has a thousand foot drop off on both sides. Ignoring our natural given instincts we trekked on up, with no safety ropes or anything, stopping on every board to breathe and make sure our hands we strong enough to literally hold our lives. At one point we almost turned back, but then I remembered that old ladies and little kids do this climb. We couldn't allow ourselves to be showed up by them. At least not at this oint in our lives. So we climbed on.
At the top, exhausted, we said resolutely, "We don't ever need to do this again." So we enjoyed the view over some light snacks for a couple hours, took some pictures, and then headed back down.
Here's a little insight, walking down hill is easier than walking up. Everything feels lighter, even your spirit, at least mine did. Maybe it was the lack a good donut on an important donut holiday, or maybe my brain was starving for electrolytes, but I started to think to myself until it finally slipped out of my lips (and this is the part like childbirth), "I would like to do that again sometime."
Thanks for reading my story.
I hope you enjoyed the best donut of your life on National Donut Day 2015!