Raindrops dripped against the sheet of red metal that rolled in sign waves along the top of our homestay. Every once in a while, a big drop rang out and silenced the steady drumroll of mist. The rain fell unto a ground, so thirty from days of relentless sunshine, that the dirt remained dry to the touch. And dark clouds moved across the tips of the peaks that enveloped the city of #Leh.
As the sunlight conceded to the dark of night, the raindrops remained in steady rhythm. We laced up our #altras and covered in waterproof gear and made our way into the chill of night. It had been 6 days in the mountains where each movement was more labored. Each breath required a little more inhalation. But this night, along empty mountain roads, in a shower of cold mountain mist, our strides were renewed. Each footstep was planted with power. Each breath felt unlabored and effective. As if the mountain had given it's final grade, we passed, awarded the privilege of being 'mountain strong.' --- Today completes the first week of tapering and the total milage for the week is 67. It was very interesting to push through acclimatization, to feel a labored stride and the absence of breath. A sensation that I have not felt in many years. It was as if I was returning to my roots, when I first got into running, and a mile felt like an unsurmountable distance. Acclimatization has served as a reminder of the things I take for granted and the strength the next generation must have to get into this sport. That those things worth doing require faith and determination and the ability to chase the #dreamsBeyondReality