Meg and I came back to the second 29029 event in Utah last year. We were worried about the heat and altitude. The conditions were so different from what we'd experienced in Vermont the year prior. We came in intending to do 9 hikes to complete the vertical height of Mt Denali. We ended up doing 10. While proud of doing more than we'd planned for, it was the second time in a row that I didn't make it to 29,029 feet. No Red Bib, and I'd missed Everest, again.
The next 29029, we decided to volunteer in Vermont, and I saw first-hand how meaningful it was for regular folks, like me, to finish. I saw people's lives changing right in front of my eyes. I made the commitment then and there to try again in Utah. This time would be different, there was no possible way that I wasn't going to finish.
I wrote the name of someone special to me on thirteen different rocks, one for each summit. I carried each of those rocks with me. I chose people who've had a meaningful impact on my life, to honor them as I went through this challenge. It was a big motivator for me, and I thought about that person, what they meant to me, and how grateful I was for them. It kept me focused on each summit and gave me an extra push when I needed it.
On the first day, we planned to get 9 summits, to give ourselves a shot to complete 29,029 feet in the 36 hours. We continued all day, until around 11pm. There were times when I wasn't sure I could keep going, I had to dig in and find another level of mental strength. I wasn't the most prepared, so I knew that if I was going to get the Red Bib, that I'd need to get by on grit and determination.