10 mile hike…I Did It!!!!
Hitting that 10-mile mark, especially when the temperature’s dropping and the ground’s frosty, feels like something straight out of a heroic saga, doesn’t it? So there I was, bundled up with layers, my breath visible as fog with every step. The idea of hiking such a distance, in a chill that I hadn’t encountered before, was daunting. But hey, isn’t life about pushing those boundaries and screaming ‘I did it!’ at the end?
The biting cold was an unfamiliar dance partner next to me, challenging me at every step. I realized pretty quick that most of this trek was going to be a mental game. ‘Mind over matter,’ I kept repeating. It became my mantra, echoing louder than the crunch of leaves beneath my boots. It’s wild how powerful a simple phrase can be when every part of you just wants to turn back.
Keeping a steady pace was the name of the game. Rushing wasn’t in the cards because it’s all about endurance, not speed—not yet anyway. I learned that swinging from a snail’s pace to speed-walking this whole thing didn’t just conserve energy, it kept my spirits steady too. There’s a calm that hits when you’re one steady foot in front of the other, like you can just focus on each step without worrying about anything else.
I also pulled a blindfold on time. Seriously, checking the clock every five minutes would’ve been like counting sheep while trying to stay awake. Not happening. Instead, the woods became my clock—the sun flickering through the trees, a natural timer urging me along. This little trick cut down on feeling overwhelmed and kept me focused on one mission: finish that hike.
The goal was just to finish—make it through to the other side with some epic campfire stories to tell. And I did. Crossing that imaginary finish line felt monumental. It was a promise kept, a challenge met.
Now, I can’t just stop there, right? The next mountain to climb is improving my time on this 10-mile masterpiece. Now that the distance isn’t knocking me sideways, I can start looking at speed. Maybe I’ll shed a layer or two and see how quick I can make this hike, still soaking in every twist and turn of the trail. Gotta have that next goal, that next adventure waiting in the wings. That’s the beauty of challenges—they never really end, do they?
Mark
Hello Tina,
First of all, congratulations on finishing your cold ten-mile hike! Your article reads like a breath of fresh, frosty air—literally and figuratively. It’s got a raw, personal vibe that makes you feel like you’re right there on the trail, hearing the crunch of leaves and fighting off the cold alongside you. The tone is uplifting without being overdone, and there’s a nice balance between introspection and action.
What really stands out is how you capture the mental aspect of the journey. It’s not just a recap of a 10-mile hike—it’s a mini adventure about resilience, mindset, and personal growth. The phrase “mind over matter” becoming a mantra was a strong, relatable moment. The pacing metaphor (snail to speed-walking) also added a touch of humor and humility that made the story feel grounded.
The ending ties it together well, too—there’s no finality, just momentum. The shift toward improving time hints at that universal itch for progress, and the idea that accomplishments are steppingstones, not finish lines.
Overall, it’s an inspiring, well-written piece with a conversational tone that makes it easy to read and connect with. It’s the kind of post that might just push someone off the couch and onto their own trail, which is kind of the point, isn’t it? Well done!
Thank you,
Mark
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Thank you so much Mark for your kind words. I hope I can inspire others. Never would I have imagined last year at this time that I would have done this but I did. We are all our own individual selves and have to start where we are at nowhere others are. It’s our own starting line