He effortlessly flung the rock into the water below.
This is exactly where I want you to land our guide explained make sure you jump accordingly as there are rocks all around that location.
I waited nervously behind two other people before it was my turn. I edged towards the ledge, hesitantly teetering between rock and open air. It was now or never. I capitulated myself over the ledge, praying that I had made the accurate calculations before taking off. As my feet plunged underneath the icy water, my heart sank. My foot made contact with the edge of a large rock.
The pain was instant and I had no back-up plan. We had just begun our three hour canyoning trip and there was no way out. Canyoning is traveling in canyons using a variety of techniques that may include other outdoor activities such as walking, scrambling, climbing, jumping, rappelling and/or swimming
My choices were simple: either run the course or radio for an air lift and as did not come prepared with traveler’s insurance, I decided against the air cavalry. What ensued was 2.5 hours of pure torture as I limped through the course, trying to enjoy myself but inevitably failing miserably. My group took it upon themselves to grant me the “obligatory” sympathy comments before completely ignoring me while I trailed behind often sobbing quietly to myself.
It was during this moment that I learned a lot about myself; my limits, my strengths and my ability to face adversity with minimal flinching. As we drove back to the hostel I was faced with another choice, either I packed my bags and headed back home or I stayed the course and continued my two week backpacking adventure.
The first thing I contemplated was returning home, but that thought was instantly negated with another thought: if I went home then would I ever have the ability to come back?
How many times in your life have you skipped out on something thinking that you’ll be able to do it later in life? I’ll just come back and see it another time is a common travel phrase, but how many times do we actually get to come back?
When I left in Santiago in July 2013 I realized that I hadn’t traveled as much as I wanted. I kept on telling myself that Id return, that I would go on that trip to Patagonia or take a flight to Easter Island but what if I never get the chance. I lived in Chile for one year and procrastinated to the point where I missed out on some unforgettable adventures.
When I sprained my ankle I choose to stay the course; I limped my way through my two week adventures. Life has handed me a couple of fast balls and I have always tried to stay the course. I’ve learned that one should never be too tired or too busy to set out on your own remarkable journey and never let someone or something hold you back. Live in the present and not in the future.
So get up and get going; life is waiting for you.