Welcome to Rosa Khutor. Это ночной забег с #PetzlNightRunning
Всё, понеслось, подсела на челленджи. Вот мне необходим этот соревновательный дух, так намного проще расти. Сказано подняться на 2500м, ну так бери и поднимайся. Сказано бегать после захода солнца - окей, буду бегать вечером.
Понятная цель, простые действия. Жаль, не во всех сферах жизни это работает. А было бы неплохо🤔
Climbed this nice boulder called ‚Pushed Aside‘ [fb 8B] yesterday. Bernhard Schwaiger made the first ascent in 2005 and gave it the name due to a very strange position where you feel like you get pushed aside. For me the first move which is very coordinative + powerful and the sequence in the middle which he mentioned were the crux. I can highly recommend it to everyone who comes around.
When you got interested then check out my video of it. The link is in my BIO. Thx for watching and subscribing 🙏
@prana @petzl_official @scarpa_de
Gear i keep easy accessible while on the go:
Canon rx100 mark 2 camera, in a stripped Lowpro Adventura Cs20 shock and weather resistant pounch - Light my fire titanium spork - Petzl Tikka2 headlamp - Spyderco S110v penknife - no name storm lighter - joby gorilla tripod - all stuffed in a Hmg dyneema 4L rolltop sack 😊
Chapter 3 - Blood: the day I should have died
I was always told I would never forget my first helicopter ride. Well. I have no memory of what happened since starting the pitch and what for a second I believed to be heaven. Everything was white and clean. @nathanjmasters by the side of my bed reading.
What can I say. This should have not happened. One of the nurses (I am still unaware of why) told me that I took a bit fall, and I believed that for a while. A month later I found the courage of asking what happened to Nathan. Apparently everything was right, and for some reason I slipped, the fall would have normally ended up with me disappointed for dogging a climb, and Nathan making me laugh, but my foot got caught in the anchor, I decked upside down, and got my self 5 sticches in the back of my head. My cracked helmet tinted of red, colour of my family is now hanging in my room.
The brain that doesn't like staying still propelled ahead like a person without a seatbelt in a car that brakes too abruptly.
All I know is that I owe my life to @nathanjmasters and some climbers who called an helicopter.
I wish I did something wrong, I wish it was recklesness, I still don't like it that it just comes down to bad luck. Or perhaps luck.. cause tbh, I am very hard to kill.