There are many paths up the mountain.
That is what we say when discussing other arts, all of the different ways people seek the benefits of Kempo training. All of these other arenas to which people go to challenge themselves to become healthier, happier, and better.
But when standing at 13,500 and staring at the miles forward and thousands of feet of elevation left to go. Well, then there is only one path up the mountain, the one under your feet. The one you have been walking since you started in the pre-dawn. It’s the only path that will take you to the summit amidst the wind and the rain. Periodically the sun tries to break through the clouds, but it is ever rebuffed. There will be no sun today. There will be no respite.
The plan was to summit.
The goal was never to “summit if the sun comes out and the weather is pleasant.” Nor was it to “summit if the trail is easy and we don’t feel overly tired.” It was simply to summit if possible.
And it’s not as if we didn’t prepare. Two weeks earlier, at a similar altitude, three of our party were stopped and unable to continue. Two were physically ill, vomiting by the side of the trail. The heights of the Andes Mountains had shown us their preeminence, and we had taken steps. This time we had arrived early, taken practice hikes, and became accustomed to the thin air.
Control the variables you can control and prepare as best you can.
That’s all any of us can do. And then face up to your challenge, even as it looms ahead of you and above you, casting a shadow at your feet.
But our preparation for climbing this volcano didn’t start last week or the one before. It began years ago in a dojo: when we tried to keep up with the green belt who could kick higher and faster than we could; at our yellow belt test, when we did more pushups than we thought possible. At all of our black belt tests when we kept going despite all of the reasons to stop.
We all encounter mountains every day. Sometimes they are literal mountains, but more often, they are personal and professional challenges that try to make us stumble; to force us back a step; that try to make us give up. And in those moments, we go back to our orange belt test when we tried harder than we thought we could; when we did one more pushup; when we stood tall as our body yearned to crumble.
Comfort is not the goal.
It’s not the goal of mountain climbing, and it is the goal of Kempo training. The goal is to force yourself to do more than you have done so you can become more than you were.
Our path has always been, and will always be Kempo.
It took us up that mountain, and I’m confident it will take us up the next, no matter where it is or what shape it takes.
What mountains has your Kempo training taken you up?
