Yesterday, I went on a hike up mountain. I've done this before, but usually, I go up switch backs, which are a zig-zag trail that helps with steepness. My mountain hike yesterday was just straight up a ski run (gros ventre for those in Jackson). Lungs burning, legs skidding out from under me, and sweating profusely in front of my friend who I've never hiked with before, I felt like a lame-o.
Luckily, I had a fond memory to look back on and keep me motivated. A few months ago, I took a couple of newbies up Snow King, which is a steep mountain right in town that I had my first badass break through on years ago. My two newbie friends are from NYC and incredibly badass in many ways, including, but not limited to, outfit coordination and witty banter. These girls were not at all prepared to hike up a mountain. I greeted them in full athletic apparel, with a camel pack (back pack with water bladder), and a gung-ho spirit. They greeted me with a small leather purse, adorable cut-offs, converse, and a cup with a straw. I couldn't help but smile to myself. I used to have no idea how to do this stuff either and now I kinda do. I know what it takes to get up Snow King. But my badass hiker friend, Ali, proved to me yesterday that I still don't know crap about heading straight up a mountain. I love the circle of life. There will always be someone who is better at something and someone who is worse. Kinda sweet. There will always be someone to teach you, and then, there will be someone to make you feel like a badass cause you can teach them later.
The Little Prince says, every adult was once a child.
Every badass was once a lame-o.