Mike
After reading my account of the climb, I've gotten a lot of questions about what happened to Mike during all of this. I am beginning to feel like Sarah Jessica Parker when she forgot to thank Matthew Broderick in her Golden Globe acceptance speech. Or was it an Emmy?
But I digress.
Mike was there. Mike was very much there, and had he not been, I would not have been capable of half of what I accomplished on that mountain, let alone making it all the way to Stella Point. He talked me down when I was literally and figuratively falling apart (the face peeling episode was really not pretty). He took care of me when I got sick (also not my best hour). He stood gaurd during midnight bathroom runs. He laughed at my truly pathetic attempts at humour (it was the altitude, I swear). On summit day, his encouragement was the only thing keeping me on my feet.
My account of the climb was strictly from my own perspective and written in a style meant to allow the reader to appreciate the magnitude of what a climber expects of their body on such an endeavour. I in no way meant to imply that I did it all on my own, or that Mike's role was insignificant. He was the sole reason for my success.
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And with that, she'd also like to thank the Academy, and all the little people (because at that altitude, everyone down at sea level looks little ;-))
Posted by: heather at July 22, 2005 01:26 PM
I know that. He's a Royal. That's what they do.
Posted by: Dad at July 24, 2005 08:09 PM