ALMA, Colo. -- If you told me 10 years ago that I would be climbing a fourteener, I would have said you were crazy.
So would anyone else who knew me.
At the time, I was enormously eight months pregnant and the family breadwinner as a cub reporter making negligibly more than minimum wage. I also had been the nerdy kid with no discernible athletic talent who came armed with a book to the games of my brother, who naturally was a three-sport all-star.
But there's something to be said for discovering new things about yourself. That's what your thirties are for.