Stone Mountain

I’ve been wanting to walk up Stone Mountain for as long as I can remember. If your from Georgia it’s not a big deal, but for myself it was definitely on my to do list for the Spring. I’m all for working out and I used this opportunity to relieve some stress that I’m having a hard time getting over.


The walk in the beginning was easy, I kept reminding myself to be careful. The last thing I need or wanted to do was twist or hurt my ankle. After awhile of climbing my legs began to burn and the heat starting beaming directly on my large forehead.

Right when I wanted to give up I encountered so many people who were encouraging me to keep going. Needless to say it was a weird but sentimental moment for me. I say weird because I had to remind myself i’m around southern hospitality and it was refreshing. A young couple decided to come back for me when I sat on a rock to catch my breath and insisted that the top was closer than I thought. Once I caught my breath I insisted that they could go ahead of me and I’ll be right behind them. I didn’t want them to see me struggle. As I was climbing a 75 year old man was next to me and smiled. He said “you can do it if I can”. While we joked for a bit he decided to give me a background on his life. He was a athlete in high school and he also went to war. I can’t quite recall which one but I’ll be uploading a video of our interview soon.

Once I finally made it to the top I was so overwhelmed with joy, and surprisingly I was know longer tired. While looking over Georgia I felt like I’m where I’m suppose to be. The wind blew my hair while the sun no longer beamed of heat on my forehead. Instead the sun made me appreciate the light and I felt at peace. My days can be long and my nights even longer but I can achieve anything I believe and put my mind too.

Funny thing is I was more afraid to come down from the mountain vs going up. As I walked carefully some how I manage to slip and fell so cute right on my booty. As I hopped back up hoping know body saw me; everyone did, but asked if I were okay? I smiled and assured them I was fine. In my mind I thought I fell on my ass so many times “figuratively” that little slip was nothing. You just have to get right back up and keep it moving!!!

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