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Yesterday I had a grand idea that my brother and I go climb one of the Glasshouse Mountains. Never climbed a mountain before and was something different to do on the holidays.
I personally could only manage going up about 10% of the way (although this was the hardest part and for the most, the scariest section). My brother on the other hand already tried this mountain 2 times before and was determined to get to the top, which he did.
I just didnt trust my ability and the other rock climbers there said "If you are not confident, don't continue". Which was comforting when another climber freaked himself out and did the same thing, stopped goin. I always thought it was "being weak" but, everyone there was totally understanding that you are actually there risking your own life and you are testing yourself.
There was a time where I just stopped and thought, how did I get here, I can't move, I need to get down from here....I could die right now". It was pretty scary since it is a climb that is using purely your own skill - relying completely on your own self preservation. It gave me a new perspective on life.
My brother was up the top, out of view, and he told me of a "oh no" moment, where he was coming down and the rock he was relying on began to give way and he dropped only a few inches, but it was freefall of the unknown. He said it was the first time he felt like it could be it.
We are sore now from our muscles and bruises we didn't remember making. We are alive and feel a bit more aware of our existence.
I think I might attempt it again when I am more fit though....
I personally could only manage going up about 10% of the way (although this was the hardest part and for the most, the scariest section). My brother on the other hand already tried this mountain 2 times before and was determined to get to the top, which he did.
I just didnt trust my ability and the other rock climbers there said "If you are not confident, don't continue". Which was comforting when another climber freaked himself out and did the same thing, stopped goin. I always thought it was "being weak" but, everyone there was totally understanding that you are actually there risking your own life and you are testing yourself.
There was a time where I just stopped and thought, how did I get here, I can't move, I need to get down from here....I could die right now". It was pretty scary since it is a climb that is using purely your own skill - relying completely on your own self preservation. It gave me a new perspective on life.
My brother was up the top, out of view, and he told me of a "oh no" moment, where he was coming down and the rock he was relying on began to give way and he dropped only a few inches, but it was freefall of the unknown. He said it was the first time he felt like it could be it.
We are sore now from our muscles and bruises we didn't remember making. We are alive and feel a bit more aware of our existence.
I think I might attempt it again when I am more fit though....