I thought I had prepared. Layers upon layers of fleece and down. Gloves thick enough to smother my fingers into numbness. A balaclava that left only my eyes exposed. Yet, none of it mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At 12,000 feet, the wind didn\u2019t just cut through me\u2014it claimed me. It howled through the valley, slapping my face raw, seeping into every gap I had failed to seal. I tried to walk faster, to generate warmth, but the air was thin, and my lungs had turned against me. Every breath felt like drinking through a straw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This wasn\u2019t the first time I had fought my body on a trek, but it was the first time I felt utterly powerless. No amount of willpower could change physics. No positive thinking could summon oxygen. I was a prisoner to the elements, shackled by forces against which I had no defense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A gust nearly knocked me off balance, and for a brief moment, I considered turning back. But then I saw my trek leader, standing steady ahead. She had faced this before. She knew how to endure. And so, I did what I always do when I can\u2019t trust my body\u2014I borrowed strength from someone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One step. Then another. And another. Until the wind was still screaming, but I was moving through it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe that\u2019s all survival is. Not conquering the elements, but refusing to let them conquer you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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