Zugspitze

I was never ambitious enough to say I would conquer the world, love someone for real or climb a mountain. And after one year, these are the things I fell I’ve accomplished.
Micha and I drove 700km to the foot of the Zugspitze while I fantasized with sunny, clean days on the lake, sweet wild animals, and the mysterious idea I had of the Alpen. The same naive thought as when I took the plane to Germany, not aware of the dimensions of such endeavor.

Is not like I was completely unprepared, I did yoga challenges in Youtube, daily planks and fuckin squats in an attempt to make me strong enough. But even all the yoga in the world would not prepare me for the 2962 meters of the highest mountain in Germany.

As soon as we reach the first inclinated fields, I was already behind, struggling with my legs, lungs and stomach, while guys ahead were having fun sweating. No problem, I thought, as long as I can go slowly but steady, I will walk the same path…I have the whole day anyways. Treading stones under my boots and eyes, breathing in between the clouds that floated mountain up, while holding my heart in every metal cable I could secure myself on. It didn’t took much until I was left behind with Micha waiting for me at every 10 meters, passing through baby goats jumping around, vivid and delicate wild flowers, and the astonishing view of every step up.

Four hours later, after stones and snow, the real shit started. Climb mountain up, with everything my hands, arms, legs, feets and safety belt could do. We could hear small waterfalls of melted ice sliding down the surface, rocks rolling at each step and an ocasional puta que pariu that slipped out of my lungs. Every movement was filled with fear, respect,and a growing desire of reaching the top and overcoming the imense difference between the Zugspitze and my tiny, heavy body.

We did it. We reached the top in 8 hours, ate our sandwiches in the line between Austria and Germany with sunny -5 degrees, took selfies, a pee and started the whole way down.  My body was tired, destroyed I would say, beyond any kind of physical limit I ever reached before, but still glad and thrilled after one of the best orgasms of my life.

The way down was also hard, slippery and slowly. I made us reach the forest at sunset, facing the shadows of trees and stones while walking with a flashlight. Can’t we just call a helicopter? The answer is, that costs a lot of money and would be shameful to be on the Bavarian TV the next day. Good thing is, fresh water from the Alpen and the most beautiful starry sky in the middle of a dark forest, are for free. We finished in 17 hours (well prepared people made it in 14h), went home thanking for flat concrete floors at 1 a.m., and surrended to a final horizontal position.

Through all this year, I dragged myself up and down, stepping with fear, breathing heavily and having every limit being challenged. I conquered my voice in a different language, I overcame the cold and darkness of my own winter, I stretched my body, mind and heart limits, I felt the extension of what is to love someone, and I lost myself  by doing it. Micha took me all the way up and down, lighted up the trail, walked with me without questioning my limits and gave me more of the world than I would expect. Now, at the feet of our mountain, we are both new, unique and fresh.

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