So at the concourse level we stopped and talked. She told me that her friend's son recently went to climb Mount Kinabalu. Although he had a weak heart and the doctor advised him against going, he went ahead. He went up, came down. Everything seemed fine until he collapsed back at the hotel, and he passed away.
While I find the lady weird to suddenly stop a stranger and talk about this, but one thing she said strikes me. She said, what's the use of reaching the top, accomplishment and all when you can't come back home alive, and leaving behind a sad family?
Worth it or not, is up to individual. For me, the reason why I don't really go all out for outdoor activities, is my family.