I woke up a little sore; not as bad as I expected. Hopefully it won’t last five days like what others have told me. I had a massage late morning, rested and did close to nothing.
I didn’t think much of my achievement or accomplishment as it didn’t feel like one. I didn’t even look at my photos till mid-afternoon. I can’t remember what prompted me to do Mt Kinabalu. It had been on my bucket list probably since a few close friends (mostly of average fitness) went up many years ago. You could call it “inspiration”. Or maybe it’s like “if your friends tell you to go jump off a cliff, would you?”
But they were all smarter for doing it at an earlier age. At 47 years old and not having exercised for the last two months on the road, I suppose I did OK getting to the top and even carrying my own pack. The only preparation of sorts I did was further back when I was still working some weeks ago … I walked up 18 floors non-stop without breaking into too much of a sweat.
[Edit: As I look at my photos on the big screen computer for the first time a couple of days later, I’m starting to feel good about what I have done. The photos do look pretty amazing and I finally feel that I’ve achieved something. Thank goodness for that, considering the torture that it was.]