08/27/2026
13,800 feet. Four days. The length of a marathon, straight up a mountain.
I hiked the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu — the exact same trail the Incas built, barely touched since.
Near the end you climb what's essentially a ladder built into the cliff — roots and stone, straight up. And then you reach the Sun Gate.
You can feel why they built their city there. Once a year, the sun lines up perfectly through that gate and lights a window in the temple below — exactly as they designed it, thousands of years ago.
For me, this wasn't just a trip. It was a test. Can I still do this? Can I still push my body to do hard things?
I watched my grandfather and my father stop pushing. I refuse to do that. Every single day is precious, and I intend to use every one of them.
This is what refusing to lay down looks like.