Scared But Doing It: Starting the Everest Journey at Lukla
Above: A close-up of my eyes, reflecting the fear and anticipation during parts of the climb.
Landing at Lukla Airport was terrifying. Known as one of the most dangerous airports, it shook me. I trained hard, but standing there, I asked myself, Am I ready for this? We had 14 days ahead of us, half of it in the snow.
At 40, I wanted to prove I was still strong—strong enough for my kids, for myself. I laughed at the thought. Was I trying to prove I wasn’t getting old? Silly, but there I was, wanting to show that I was still the strongest man alive.
Above: A video of me at Lukla Airport, taking oxygen pills, talking about the raw fear and uncertainty of starting the climb.
Re-Gearing and Oxygen Pills: Battling Fear
As soon as I landed, reality hit hard. The altitude, the challenge, everything felt bigger than I’d imagined. I took my oxygen pills, trying to get ahead of the altitude sickness, but mentally, I wasn’t sure I’d trained enough. Why was I doing this?
I asked myself over and over, What if I can’t handle it? Every breath felt uncertain. This climb wasn’t just about Everest; it was about proving to myself that I still had it. The thought of failing scared me more than the climb itself.
The First Steps: A Battle of Will
Taking those first steps was brutal. The self-doubt was louder than my thoughts. What if I don’t make it? I kept replaying all the scenarios in my head—failure, exhaustion, quitting. But quitting wasn’t an option. I had to push through.
I reminded myself why I was here: For my kids, for myself. One step at a time, I focused on moving forward, letting go of the pressure to be perfect, and just taking it as it came. Let Go Boss. It became my anchor.
Conclusion: Power in Pushing Through
Fear was there from Day 1, and it never went away. But I learned something about fear—it doesn’t mean you stop. Fear is fuel, and on this journey, it became the driving force that pushed me forward.
I didn’t know if I’d make it to Base Camp, but I knew I wouldn’t quit. At 40, I wasn’t trying to prove I wasn’t getting old anymore—I was proving that no matter the fear, I could still push through.