Flash Fiction: True Grit

Here is my attempt for this week’s prompt from Carrot Ranch. And yes, hiking the Grand Canyon rim to rim is something I think about doing.

“TRUE GRIT”

I stare at the steep path up the canyon wall and breathe deep.  “I can do this.  One step at a time.  Nice and easy,” I tell myself.

“Think about how happy you will be at the top,” I continue with my pep talk.  “How many people can say they have hiked rim to rim of the Grand Canyon? You chose to do this.  So what if you are 55 years old.  You are in shape for this.  Eat some granola and keep moving.”

“You okay back there?” the guide yells.  “Yup, gritting it out just fine,” I reply.