The Second First Time
I had come here once before, years ago, and it was the first time I had ever pushed my body like that—pushed it past what I thought was possible, felt the ache of muscles I hadn’t known existed, and finally, the rush of reaching the summit. The view had been incredible: a vast valley below, wrapped in fog and sunlight. It was the kind of moment that changed you, the kind that stays locked in your chest.
