It's snowing an inch an hour, yet here we are in the middle of mountains. Cold and wet. Trying to climb them, with skis on. It's not an easy task to find the drive to continue onward, upward. It can be miserable, or the best time of your life. Your mind develops images of what the terrain might look like beyond the clouds, beyond that next crest in the hill. Excitement ensues, you push for the top.
"Mountains are the means, the man is the end. The goal is not to reach the tops of mountains, but to improve the man." - Walter Bonatti