Don’t actually ask me anything, but I do feel a little proud of this one. I just moved to town a few weeks ago, and all of the hiking around Colorado Springs has been taunting me. I stopped working out about five years ago, and it shows - I’m just on the edge of overweight, and I don’t like it, but I’ve always found excuses not to get back in shape. Maybe not back to 16 minute 5K’s, but at least something better than “ROUND”. After a couple weeks wandering around through Red Rock, Palmer Park, Garden of the Gods, and others, I had the brilliant idea to do exactly what I’ve been told to wait on - the Manitou Incline.
It’s a trail, less than a mile long, but trail doesn’t seem appropriate - it’s more like a Stairway to Hell. 2768 steps, and 2000 feet of elevation gain. I’ve always prided myself on my cardio (even if 25 minutes seems way too long for my 5K times anymore), but this was insanity. Sheer torture. Whoever first decided to climb this and tell others about it should be tried under the Geneva Conventions. It doesn’t help that the first few hundred stairs are fairly calm and shallow. You just get your confidence up and BOOM! - a set of twelve inch steps to really kick your quads into gear. I was only about a third of the way up, fairly certain I was about to die on the mountain, before a friendly fellow psycho gave me some advice. And it helped, oh so much. I slowed down, but I wasn’t stopping every hundred stairs and wondering where I went wrong in my life.
Eventually, I made some friends - a weightlifter that hated every step he took, and his scrawny friend who somehow managed to always stay just out of reach. When they stopped at the bailout (a connection to a trail about 2/3 up, where climbers can realize pride doesn’t matter more than knees), and I kept going, I realized my mistake. That’s where the hike gets HARD. From a 41° climb to 68°. For roughly 300 steps. Easily the worst decision I’ve ever made sober. But eventually the endorphins kicked in, and the knee stopped twanging on every step, and the summit was RIGHT THERE.
Lies. Lies and deceit. Just a false summit, and 600 steps left to go. Just when hope was finally rearing it’s precious little head, the jackboot of reality crushes it against the hard, dusty ground. If I wasn’t too stubborn or stupid to realize how bad that felt, I might have sat down and cried. But we don’t cry, we finish strong. And finish I did. I finally reached the top, looked around, and couldn’t find the slide back down. There should be a slide back down, to make the entire ordeal worth it. But there’s no slide, just a trail back DOWN the mountain. That’s the real LEGO in the dark. “You made it all the way up here? Sweet, here’s another four mile hike to really help you out.” Real bastards, the lot of them.
So down I trudge, slowly but surely, taking the time to enjoy the views. And the views were enjoyable. From the Garden in the north, past Red Rock, to all of the Springs laid out before you, the mental images are priceless. But still not worth it. Not at all.
I have another climb planned Thursday. Mama sure didn’t raise no quitter, but she sure didn’t raise a smart one, either.