There’s this one article I’ve
read before. Seven travels to help heal your broken heart, the title of the
article says. I cannot anymore enumerate all 7, blame it on short term memory loss,
but I remembered, one of the travels mentioned is Mountain Climbing (it’s
actually number 1 on that list). I for one is not a mountain girl. Yes, I grew
up in the mountainous town of Aurora, Zamboanga del Sur. But I never intended
to be a mountaineer. Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against it. It just
happens that, I am more of a beach person (Lil Mermaid as some of my friends
call me). Anyway, one of the odds is that, I got invited to a “fun climb” to
Mt.Talamitam on the first weekend of March 2017. I thought to myself, hey why
don’t I give it a try?
Fast forward to March 4, 2017. I
found myself in a bus bound for Nasugbu, Batangas. We registered at the jump
off point. We were a group of 12, so the locals required us to have a guide.
We then started trekking. Chin-wagging
and sharing some laughs. At first I was still ok. But after 30 mins into the
climb, I was already panting. Out of respect and shame, I still went thru the
trek with the group. Until some minutes later I felt nauseous. I sat down
grappling to that very thin oxygen up there. I heard two wheezes while
breathing, I panicked! And yes, I am asthmatic. I thought I couldn’t do it
anymore. I told the rest of the group to go ahead and I’ll just catch up. After
some cheering from the group, I got up and went on!
The climb was then smooth. It
drizzled a little but it wasn’t bothersome. We did a few more take five’s,
picture takings, water breaks, etc. The only thing on my mind at that time was
reaching the summit of Mt.Talamitam!
It was when I was at the summit
of this mountain, in awe of the beauty before me, I uttered, “This is it,
finally!” It was like love at first sight. The view up there was so incredible,
that I was not able to keep in the deluge of my emotions. I shed a tear, yes
it’s true! I loved every minute of catching my breath and carrying the heavy
load of my backpack. I didn’t care if I am dirty, sweaty, and devoid of any
make-up, which is very unlikely of me. I didn’t care how I look as long as I am
comfortable. I felt free of all worries.
Now going back to the article. Moving
on from heartbreak is never easy. Breaking away from your usual routine and
trying something new usually helps, and travel easily fulfills these
requirements. The act of traveling in itself, especially to a new place, can be
an effective balm to a broken heart. Now I understand why Mountain Climbing was
number 1 on that list. Just like the heartbroken climbers (not that I am
heartbroken as well lol) I was able to reach the summit of this mountain
and stood at the top feeling a sense of accomplishment and release. Reaching
the mountaintop can somehow give that measure of confidence that if you can
climb a mountain, perhaps you can also survive a broken heart.
Plus, the trail, especially as
difficult as Mt. Talamitam, demands your full attention. For the several hours
during your climb and descent at least, your misery and woes will be pushed to
the backseat as you face the beauty and danger of the mountain.
This climb to Mt.Talamitam is my
first and legit climb. Somehow at the end of it all, I can now tell myself that
I did something that is way out of my comfort zone and yeah, I did something worthwhile.
If you ask me, will it be my last? The answer is NO! Am I up for another climb?
Hell YES! ;)
blistering, I was like WOW, thank you for blogging this out, I am privileged, knowing you enjoyed the climb despite of the challenges along the trails, :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Jams! kunwari di kita kilala chos! hahahaha!
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