Sore calf muscles are a good sign. Sore forearms can mean poor technique. I’ve got both, but then again every fiber in my body is sore. My lips are slightly cracked from the blazing sun that beats down without mercy. My breath is shallow and rapid from the lack of oxygen at 4.600m. I need to stop. Not from the fatigue, but from fear that is getting the better of me. Fear is dangerous. It robs the concentration. I’ve secured myself at 30m and need to set up a belay system. I’m with to others and we’ve just done a multi-pitch climb. What I am doing is not very dangerous, but it takes serious concentration to check and double check every note, anchor, and quick draw.
Challenge seems to be my prime motivator in life and these three days climbing have given me a deeper insight. There is challenge where we know we can achieve if we apply ourselves, be it spiritual, mental or physical. But then there is challenge where we seriously doubt our ability. This sort of challenge provides the most reward.
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