Movara – Day 1
Do you remember when all the reality tv shows surfaced in the late 90’s? For some reason all the contestants started calling their appearances a “journey”, like somehow their scripted lives on the show were actually going to end up somewhere. This week I have embarked on my own little journey. Since I detest that word now, I went searching for a suitable synonym and came up with “pilgramage”. I am Eric Jackson, the new Director of Marketing at Movara and these are my stories.
My pilgramage started Monday morning at 6am when the gym facilities at Movara Resort & Spa opened for use. I walked briskly on the treadmill to warm up for the hike at 8am. The night previous we had met the other guests attending the spa. Many of them had already been through a week or two at the spa and they spoke ominously of the Monday morning hike. At 8 o’clock we gathered in the lobby, received a summary of the hike (4 1/2 miles on a paved trail) and loaded ourselves into vans to be bussed up to Snow Canyon State Park. No big deal.
The hike started out on rather flat terrain and I felt encouraged after the first two miles that I would be able to withstand the burning sensation emanating from my chest and legs. At 3 1/4 miles the paved trail lead out onto a main road and drastically changed, at least for me. The incline increased and the burning sensation turned to hellfire. I have not known this type of pain since 2-a-days in high school football. Suddenly I began talking to myself trying to wean some additional motivation from within…”Don’t Stop”…”Just Don’t Stop” and some other crazy stuff that I dare not repeat in this forum.
As my subconscious conversation continued, I noticed other guests that had already reached the top coming down the trail toward me. Each guest that passed shouted words of encouragement…except one lady that shouted, “Hey, the speed limit is 25 here and you are holding up traffic!” In the instant that I pondered a retort, she was gone.
Just when I felt that my calves would explode, I rounded a bend and saw the infamous stop sign that represented the top of the hike. I reached the stop sign and gave it a big, big hug. I had reached the top without stopping! Although I knew my body would pay the price, I had pushed myself beyond my current limits and achieved something extremely difficult.
Overall I burned 2400 calories, ascended over 1000 feet in altitude, and gained some additional self-respect in approximately 5 1/2 miles of walking. It didn’t bother me that my body would suffer additional torment throughout the course of the day because I knew that my pilgramage had started with success.