In 2015, I got drunk in the mountains of North Georgia and signed up to climb Mount Rainier.

I had zero experience. Zero fitness. I was 200 pounds and my only hobbies were college football and finding the nearest brewery.

Eight months later I stood on the summit at 14,410 feet in subzero temperatures.

I got my ass kicked. But I had the taste of a real outdoor experience and I was never looking back.

On the flight home, I booked the Grand Teton.

One problem: The Grand Teton requires rock climbing. I had never touched a rock wall in my life.

So I did what I always do in these situations.

I hired someone who had already done it.

Every Saturday for months, I took a guide to Reimers Ranch in Austin. He explained the gear, showed me the knots, and we climbed harder routes every week.

My hands were torn. My forearms were pumped. I was scared to death most of the time.

But I showed up to Wyoming the following summer not as a talented climber.

I showed up prepared.

On 07/30/17, I reached the summit of the Grand Teton at 9:25am. I immediately sent the photos to my guide back in Austin.

I felt deeply proud of myself.

I didn't become a climber and then climb mountains.

I committed to the mountain and became a climber.

Most people are waiting to feel ready before they commit.

That's the wrong order.

What's the thing you've been waiting to feel ready for?