We were just supposed to see a waterfall. We didn't know we had to climb a mountain for more than an hour.
It was my first time. I haven't even tried wall climbing in the malls. Had I been alone, I wouldn't pursue it at all. But "Since the rest of the girls are doing it, why can't I?", I said to my self. Uhuh, peer pressure.
Every time I worry about going through a very steep incline, my worry doubles, for I also had to think of going back--how I could manage that.
And because I'm writing this, I managed.
I never thought I would enjoy it. After reaching the waterfall, and higher, drinking the fresh water from a bamboo tongue, I got a feeling I could do anything. There really is something about challenging your physical limitations--the moment I got down, I thought of when my next climb would be.