At every step, my mind and body were at war with each other. My mind is strong. It urged me to continue, urged me to move forward. It was my cheerleader, distracting me with upbeat songs in my head and telling me it will all be worth it in the end. My body is a bit weaker. It wanted to stop. It was screaming at me to stop. It was questioning why I do this to myself. Why didn’t I just pay the damn €8 for the lift so I’d be at the top quicker, without any effort?
Then, I was there. At the top. My breathing slowed, my body relaxed. My mind had won the war. I had made it to the top of Cinque Torri. And you know what? My mind was right. It was well worth the trek.