When Troy and I went to Jamaica a few years ago we only booked one excursion because we wanted to spend the majority of our vacation laying on the beach. We had paid a lot of money to go to a nice resort where all we had to do was stick our blue flag in the sand to have a cold refreshing beverage brought right to our lounge chair. That was the type of vacation we had dreamed of.
Our one and only excursion was to visit Dunn's River Falls: a waterfall that you climb up. Once we got there and saw the rushing water we would be fighting against I started to wonder if I could fake a stomach ache and sit this one out. The closer we got the starting point the more knots I got in my stomach. I am not an athletic girl and I was by far the most out of shape person in our group. How did we end up in the group full of athletes? I saw several groups of people who were more like me (slow and steady) taking an easy route up the side and I finally started to feel at ease that I could do this.
Our guide had other plans for us. You are required to hold hands (forming a human chain) for the entire climb and our guide decided that the group could pull me along, and choose a hard course, straight up the center. I focused my eyes on the finish line and told myself over and over that I would not hold my group back. I could do this! We zoomed past all those (slow and steady) people I had hoped to join and the strong man holding my hand in front of me got quite a workout pulling me along. We finally reached the finish line and I looked back on my accomplishment with pride. I had done it...or so I thought. Turns out that was just the 1/2 way mark, and an early exit for those (slow and steady) people who couldn't finish the climb.
I wanted to cry. My foot was bleeding from a rock that had decided to make my big toe it's new home, and as I looked up at the rest of the waterfall I could not see the actual finish line. I wanted to take the easy way out and quit at the half way point. If our guide had asked if anyone wanted to use the halfway point, easy exit I would have said yes. Thank goodness he did not give us that choice and instead just charged ahead.
I finished that climb and with my legs shaking like jello I proudly paid the man too much money for a video tape of my journey, because I wasn't quite sure I would believe I had ever done this if I didn't have video proof.
Troy and I part way up the waterfall
I am proud to say that I have climbed Dunn's River Falls. I didn't quit!!!! I also do not hesitate to tell you that for me, once was enough. I hope to return to Jamaica, but I do not feel the need to climb those falls again!