A year ago, I was dying, litterally.  I couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs without stopping at the top,to catch my breath.  My soul was dying too. I spent my days talkng to no one. All the fun in life was gone. I was almost ready to kiss it all goodbye.  (Read – http://www.grennan.com/content/view/17/9/)

Today, I’m sitting at Starbucks in Denver,Colorado writing this story, excited about where I’ll be tomarrow: Quandry Peak. This mountian has been in my dreams for years now.

I’m still not in good shape.  Every morning, I wake up in pain, almost unable to get to the shower to start my day, but today I’m pain free because of the adrenalin pumping through me.   I’m not letting anything stop me. I have to do this. I have to feed the rat.

What is feeding the the rat?

(http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1560253274/104-5460417-7338319?v=glance&n=28315)  It’s an adreidlin junky term. The rat eats at you if you don’t feed it. It craves crazy adventures. Even something simple like geocaching helps. (http://www.grennan.com/content/view/14/9/) Things that could kill you are what the rat really wants. Just sitting here, sipping my coffee, looking at the mountians in the distance, my rat is dancing with joy.

I have always been adventurous. At 19,  I went on a family vacation through the entire Grand Canyon, river rafting the Colorado River. As a child, the family had walked and rode to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.   In 199? ,I spent a week in the Rockies backpacking in the Weminuche Wilderness and climbing up the Columbine Pass area (13,??? feet). If I make it, this will be my first time at 14,000 feet.  This is almost a lifetime dream. If I dont’ make it, I will return happy just having put foot on the mountian.