Everyday life


I’ve always argued that climbing isn’t an adrenaline sport. To have adrenaline coursing through your veins is surely the quickest way to get pumped.

But perhaps I’ve been wrong.

There is surely that rush when you reach the top of the climbing. The flirting with fear on exposed and scary sections. Yes, we do try to tamper it down, but the wall between calm and hysteria can sometimes be paperthin.

And wanting to feel that again, wanting to stand at the edge such that all of life is experienced acutely in that single moment… is that not addiction to adrenaline?


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