The Last Mile…

What keeps one going in the last mile?

When I did the Chandrashila trek (the summit at an altitude of 12000 feet), I found myself stuck at the final stretch of 1km. The summit was right there; I could see it. My co-trekkers were inching towards it, but I was unable to move another step.

I was so emotional and helpless, I convinced myself that my summit is now and here. At that very moment, our trek guide Amit held my hand and said, “Aapko itna paas aakar adhoora chodne nahin de sakta. Chaliye ma’am.” And he dragged me along the last mile; more painful, more demanding than the entire trek spread over 3 nights and 4 days.

I was on cloud nine literally because at that height, you can see the clouds below you. But something inside me was broken as I kept wondering

How could I think of giving up after coming so close?

What if Amit had not shown up? 

How could I think of foregoing my 5-month-long pursuit so easily?

The experience left me with one lingering question – ‘What keeps one going in the last mile?’

After a lot of thought, I understood that while I was practising, I used to give up at a point, thinking that trek day would be different. Here in Mumbai, the weather and responsibilities are not letting me reach my best timing. There in Uttarakhand, I would have the spirit, the mountains would call me, and I would do better. 

This thought was my biggest mistake. And what is my biggest learning? Practise every day as if it is your final trek, your final run…That’s what it takes to go the extra mile…….

I believe all of us have faced a “last mile” moment at some point in our lives. What kept you going when it mattered the most?

𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁!!!

I recently visited Malabar Hills, Mumbai. Once I was done with my meeting, I sat on a bench installed on the recently opened glass viewing deck. The sun had set, and the cold breeze made me momentarily forget that it was summer.

As I gazed at the horizon and back, I noticed a 3 storeyed building, nestled comfortably between the growing number of skyscrapers. My eyes fell on the balcony of a house on the 2nd floor. The resident had hung fairy lights, kept beautiful plants, and had some cozy cane furniture to relax.

The setup was so inviting that the penthouses and luxurious lobbies of the modern infrastructure lost their lustre in front of this simple DIY balcony in an approximately 3-decade-old structure.

This reminded me of something that I had read in ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma –

“𝗕𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘂𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹.”

No matter where you live and whatever your means, you can always carve a small space for yourself to go when you are feeling low or spent.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲. Well said, Robin Sharma!