Outing Club

Last Sunday, I climbed a mountain. “But Emily, why would you do such a thing?” you ask. Well, dear reader, because I’m a better, more interesting person than you are. I kid, of course (no I don’t). But allow me to summarize my adventures that allow me this temporary superiority complex that comes along with being outdoorsy(ish).I woke up at six in the morning. No, not to go run on a treadmill. No, not to get fives with a spicy romantic interest. I woke up at six in the morning to get on a bus, to go to a mountain. I’m really hardcore.I slept on the bus most of the way there, because I was absolutely exhausted from Amen Rave the night before. (Yes, I went to Amen Rave. I am so, so, so incredibly cool.) When the group arrived at the White Mountains, we were greeted by enthusiastic park rangers and less than sanitary bathrooms. However, due to proper hydration and a two hour bus ride, desperate times called for desperate measures.By the time I had exited the restroom (if you can really call it a room of any sort) the groups had already been picked. I ended up in a group with nobody I knew, and to make matters worse, most of them were super athletic, cross country running uppers! Unfortunately, prep spaz had not prepared me for this level of activity. I had to drag behind, and every twenty minutes or so they would slow their pace to wait for me to catch up. Then, as soon as I was five feet from them, before I could reach for my water, they would start racing along again! Can you imagine, it’s almost as if they didn’t want to hang out with a prep!Halfway through, however, I was dragging so far behind that a different, slower group of varsity spazzers caught up to me. I ended up just joining this group and actually started to have fun. With this group, I somehow managed to reach the very top of Mount Lafayette. I was exhausted, my legs hurt and I was in desperate need of a snack, but I made it. It was all downhill from here.Literally.Going downhill was a lot faster than uphill, but it was way easier to slip and fall a few feet down the hill, and oh boy did that happen to me. A lot. I mean, I tend to trip on flat surfaces, so walking on a slope was a total catastrophe when combined with my level of balance.The trip took a long time and certainly was challenging, but it was a really great experience. I managed to get some really artsy pictures of mountains and nature and whatever so now my Instagram is way cooler than it was before, and I get to have a superiority complex about the whole schpiel because I climbed a mountain and you didn’t. Deal with it.Outing Club. Heck yeah.