A year ago, I was dying, litterally. I couldn't walk up a flight of stairs without stopping at the top,to catch my breath. My soul was dying too. I spent my days talkng to no one. All the fun in life was gone. I was almost ready to kiss it all goodbye. (Read – http://www.grennan.com/content/view/17/9/)
Today, I'm sitting at Starbucks in Denver,Colorado writing this story, excited about where I'll be tomarrow: Quandry Peak. This mountian has been in my dreams for years now.
I'm still not in good shape. Every morning, I wake up in pain, almost unable to get to the shower to start my day, but today I'm pain free because of the adrenalin pumping through me. I'm not letting anything stop me. I have to do this. I have to feed the rat.
What is feeding the the rat?