I have always preferred mountain hikes to beach strolls. Something about smooth sailing does not float my boat. Footstep after footstep of the climb is taxing, but once I chose a path only a good mistake will make me stop and reevaluate my situation. That's not to say I shun advice. I seek it. The errors and successes of my friends have lead me to the path on which I trek. They have taught me a love for the steeper climbs. So now, I lace up my boots in preparation and anticipation for what lies ahead.
(Ok, so there was a lot of editing, but it's essentially a combination of my first and second drafts.)