Wickedly Twisted
But as soon as I walk to the wall, get my hands and feet set, it all comes flooding back.
The rush of the climb. The struggle as my fingers find purchase, gripping tightly. The intense rush of getting higher and higher, the difficulty increasing every inch, the risk skyrocketing. That's what I love the most about climbing: it challenges me to work harder and harder, to refuse to give up even when my body's begging for me to release and drop down. When I'm climbing, my mind goes blank, all my struggles disappear, and I can drift deep into my body. There's something pure about climbing, something animalistic, something graceful. I'm a better person when I'm climbing. I'm a stronger person.
Bab Populer