With only 26 days until I embark on what will be the most arduous undertaking I have ever engaged in, I am beginning to feel apprehensive about my ability to live up to what is expected of me. The thought of being the one to hold the team back horrifies me. My only hope is that the stubbornness that both friends and family have continuously complained about doesn’t fail me upon the mountain, for I fear that may be the biggest factor towards a successful summit in my case. I’ve decided to log my journey as honestly as possible, after all, it’s not everyday one attempts to scale the highest freestanding mountain in the world. As for preparation, the team is busy purchasing the various gear we will need, I didn’t think I ever expected finding a boot-fitting exhilarating, but there was no other word for it. Even the simple task of picking clothes to take along makes me giddy with excitement. Thankfully, I’m not alone, I see the same childlike excitement reflected on the faces of all my teammates. I’m curious to see what will become of the ten of us. We all get along reasonably well, but stress, especially the kind we are going to encounter brings out both the best and the worst in people. Are we going to leave as ten friends bound by our shared experiences? Or with varying degrees of resentment towards one and other? They say experiences like these change you, I am curious to see what it does to me. But if I’m honest with myself, it already has, it’s given me something to look forward to, something for my mind to dwell on in idle moments, and when it’s done, hopefully I will have an experience I can look back upon with pride.