it’s a bit after the fact but i will reiterate my sad story one more time for the sake of proserity. in the woods of mt olympic national park, i found the limits of my physical endurance and more. at some point, i remember just reciting mantras so that i focus my attention towards something more meaningful than my petty physical pain. it was definitely a wonderful exercise in transcendance of the body. it’s a different kind of barrier than the one i experience in yoga. whereas in yoga, the barrier is usually mental and usually you have a choice to not push that barrier. in this particular exercise, i felt like i had no choice (knowing that i always have a more than one choice) to push on to the next campsite. in so as much, the mental endurance to bear it all was considerably extended beyond my limited appreciation of my body. there was more than one occassion where i compared the journery to other processes in my life and it gave me solistic in being about to endure the hardship of the seemingly long process. even more so, the realization of the entire hike was again simply a mere expression of my true self made it all even more tolerable. it may seem quite warp but undoubtedly there is a pattern of heroish portions of endeavors that i have partaken in the last 5 years. in landmark terminology, it would be somewhere along the line of takin on bigger problems than you ever thought possible.
by the end of the trip, my conviction was readily apparent in my exhaustion.
