My Story About Taking The Leap Into The Mountain Climbing Battle

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eally needed to win a battle. Since everyone can choose their battles, I decided that climbing represented for me taking the leap between waiting for superheroes to the rescue to throwing myself into battle.One of the things that made me discover climbing in the first place was actually anxiety. For as long as I can remember I’ve been obsessed with the feeling of being free. In some ways though, having a phone, a laptop, a tablet and spending so much time online made me feel like I was a prisoner in my own house, in my own body. I felt trapped as I scrolled away, clicked away the seconds. There was so much going on in my mind and so little in my body. I feel like in this day and age we sometimes act like we don’t have physical bodies anymore. So I stumbled upon climbing as a way to break out of that prison, a way to anchor myself into the physical world.Something about being out there physically feels very vulnerable. It’s kind of like the flip side of the freedom you simultaneously feel.You can fail if you don’t try, but when I’m out there it feels like I’m on a battlefield with proving myself to me. Life is not something you can ever fully prepare for, so proving myself to me made me feel prepared, made me feel I am doing my best and brought me closer to the idea that I’m doing enough. Facing unexpected obstacles in nature and overcoming them brought me closer to the idea that I am properly built. F

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acing pain in places I never knew my body had while continuing my ascent felt a new kind of empowering.Doing the climb with other people made me feel that I may not really be alone in my feelings. That we’re all looking for ways to navigate the tough, invisible things that hold us back. We all dream of being Heroes.People I don’t know were cheering me on and I was, in turn, cheering them. We were emotionally bound by the intense, draining experience. Time began to slow down for me and with every step I could feel myself getting heavier. People around me were in pain as we climbed further. There is something about humans supporting other humans, especially in moments of struggle, that makes me very emotional.Climbing a mountain seems like an impossible task, but here I was, the nervous girl who was sh**ting herself that very morning about to touch the top.Maybe I am not a Superhero. Maybe I’m not breaking any world records. maybe I can’t spit fire, lift cars, freeze time. Maybe I’m not even a good climber, but reaching that top of the mountain was something I had no idea I had the strength to do. And that might just be enough for me or you.Not being able to put into words what usually flowed out of me, the emotion of touching that peak and reaching that goal was enough superpower. Who needs superpowers when we have our own personal limits to break?</article></body>

And why should you even bother doing it too.

The morning before the climb I was extremely nervous. Reading the warnings included in the pack of the anti diarrhetic type of paralysing anxiety. I’m embarrassed about using these pills because it’s not cool and it doesn’t fit into the image of myself that I want to share into the world.

Superheroes don’t deal with problems like this, especially when it comes to intense, out of this world beautiful experiences like this.

Every child wants to believe in superheroes. Because it’s comforting and thrilling to believe that there extraordinary forces for good out there, ready to protect us and fight evil. Then we grow up and we find ourselves in the cold light of day. We find ourselves scared among monsters shining in broad light. Among other adults that don’t have a clue what they’re doing.

Life is full of unknowns, but climbing a mountain seemed like the proper thing to do at a certain time in my life when I really needed to win a battle. Since everyone can choose their battles, I decided that climbing represented for me taking the leap between waiting for superheroes to the rescue to throwing myself into battle.

One of the things that made me discover climbing in the first place was actually anxiety. For as long as I can remember I’ve been obsessed with the feeling of being free. In some ways though, having a phone, a laptop, a tablet and spending so much time online made me feel like I was a prisoner in my own house, in my own body. I felt trapped as I scrolled away, clicked away the seconds. There was so much going on in my mind and so little in my body. I feel like in this day and age we sometimes act like we don’t have physical bodies anymore. So I stumbled upon climbing as a way to break out of that prison, a way to anchor myself into the physical world.

Something about being out there physically feels very vulnerable. It’s kind of like the flip side of the freedom you simultaneously feel.

You can fail if you don’t try, but when I’m out there it feels like I’m on a battlefield with proving myself to me. Life is not something you can ever fully prepare for, so proving myself to me made me feel prepared, made me feel I am doing my best and brought me closer to the idea that I’m doing enough. Facing unexpected obstacles in nature and overcoming them brought me closer to the idea that I am properly built. Facing pain in places I never knew my body had while continuing my ascent felt a new kind of empowering.

Doing the climb with other people made me feel that I may not really be alone in my feelings. That we’re all looking for ways to navigate the tough, invisible things that hold us back. We all dream of being Heroes.

People I don’t know were cheering me on and I was, in turn, cheering them. We were emotionally bound by the intense, draining experience. Time began to slow down for me and with every step I could feel myself getting heavier. People around me were in pain as we climbed further. There is something about humans supporting other humans, especially in moments of struggle, that makes me very emotional.

Climbing a mountain seems like an impossible task, but here I was, the nervous girl who was sh**ting herself that very morning about to touch the top.

Maybe I am not a Superhero. Maybe I’m not breaking any world records. maybe I can’t spit fire, lift cars, freeze time. Maybe I’m not even a good climber, but reaching that top of the mountain was something I had no idea I had the strength to do. And that might just be enough for me or you.

Not being able to put into words what usually flowed out of me, the emotion of touching that peak and reaching that goal was enough superpower. Who needs superpowers when we have our own personal limits to break?