In the Fall of 2015, I was 30 pounds overweight and hadn’t stepped foot in a gym in years. I was overworked and compensated for this on weekends with late nights fueled by cheap beer. My idea of working out was going out on a 15-minute jog a few times a week. But realistically, I skipped half of my planned runs and only made it out a few times a month. Less than a year later, I stood on the summit of Mount Rainier. I would confidently climb Grand Teton, Shasta (Casaval Ridge), and Shuksan (Fishers Chimneys) in the following years. That…