I saw before me, obstacles and danger. I didn't want to go in all honesty. It was too cold or slippery or whatever other excuses my mind could make up.
But my heart had already grown weary. Of my weakness, of my self pity. My lack of determination. It was now or never. I chose now. After that, I don't remember much. Just that the wind, sharp as a knife, kept stabbing us in the right direction. We loved every second of it.