For too long I've been chasing an elusive 1:30 time up Mailbox Peak. Pretty much all my usual hiking companions have beaten the time at least once. A couple are in the 1:teens. I have no such allusions. I just want 1:29:59.
This trip, the first in months, was 1:34:13. I felt pretty good at the top, too. I could have cut another minute off the final 400 feet if I'd pushed a little harder. I definitely could have cut two minutes off if I hadn't stopped to talk to the only other hiker on the mountain.
I've stopped obsessing about most numbers since I realized it was more fun to have fun. This one still haunts me.
Worst is that it might be the last good weather opportunity. Soon it'll be raining or snowing or too cold to hike light. Maybe one more in September. Cross your fingers.
And if you find a way to stop time (other than by pausing the clock) let me know.