This climb, on this day, was just as much about your desire to reach the finish line as it was the actual number of steps it took to reach the top. Tomorrow I would have told myself, tomorrow it will be cooler, I will hike it then, knowing good and well tomorrow’s temperatures were calling for 115°, basically recreating the same environment and same conditions as the one I was currently living in. My addiction to alcohol never allowed me to embrace the opportunities that laid directly in front of me. I was either too hung over to attempt to accomplish anything great, or allowed myself to make the excuse that the following day would better serve me and my attempts at enjoying my life, giving me the green light to have another drink that evening. This inevitably led to a vicious cycle of living my life like Bill Murray in Groundhog’s Day.