I am always attentive to people who do too much extreme sport
That Hides Still Something
The need to "surpass oneself" is a need to flee. To escape his condition. To escape the real.
We are talking about realizing "exploits". But to prove what? Who?
What is the problem?
That's what you always have to dig. Because then one realizes the existence of an underlying problem, which will not be solved because one will have further improved its chrono, its speed, its skill, its force.
In this case, the urgency is, on the contrary, to stop, to think, to calm down and to treat the problem.
It is necessary to do it before the infarction, or the accident, which very often happens by force to push its limits.
How I changed my mind about mountaineering
I allow myself to give advice, but I have long been a victim myself of this problem. I wanted to climb ever higher mountains, ever more difficult walls.
One day, I planned to ski down a corridor called the "Aufalle Hole" in Switzerland:
This is a very steep corridor, as you can see by following the red line. It is classified "E3", which means "likely death" in case of fall. (The only level even more dangerous is the E4: "certain death.")
The prospect of this new feat made me euphoric. I talked to everyone about it
And then the day before, while I was discussing with a friend about "fundamental" things, I had a revelation.
After being ecstatic, worried, telling me how much she admired me for my courage, she asked me in a soft voice why I was doing that, what I was looking for .
By dint of questioning me, she helped me to understand that it was not just pleasure, the drunkenness of speed, the beauty of the places that motivated me.
It was a way for me to gain recognition and prove things to myself . To overcome deep doubts that I had about myself. And it helped me to understand that there were many other ways, much more useful and constructive, to do it.
I canceled my mad descent
I stopped taking idiotic risks.
And since then I have not been to the mountains to scare myself under the pretext of "pushing boundaries", limits that existed only in my head.
I do not need that anymore. I go to the mountains only to live good moments in the wild, calm, to see beautiful landscapes with people I love, without taking risks, without hurting myself.
For the soft sports
That is why, at Health Nature Innovation we campaign for sport … sweet!
Walking. Avoid sitting. To travel by bike or on foot. Use your body to tinker, garden, work.
Doing qi-gong, heal your posture to avoid pain and deformity.
Playing ball games or games that amuses us, makes us live collective experiences in the great outdoors.
Our muscles are at our service to enable us to live, move and perform our daily tasks.
But it is not for us to be at the service of our muscles.
The purpose is not to inflate them excessively or to make efforts for which they are not made, and which put us in danger.
A reflection on the news
I come back to the subject of the mountain, which is close to my heart.
You may have heard that a famous mountaineer, Tomasz Mackiewicz, died in the Himalayas on January 28.
The drama took place on the Nanga Parbat, a mountain in Pakistan that is more than 8,000 meters high.
I am very familiar with this area and went there in my youth. Seen from afar, it's beautiful:
The Nanga Parbat, the tomb of mountaineer Tomasz Mackiewicz, died on January 28, 2018.
The Mountain of Death
But do not trust the green meadows.
The conquest of Nanga Parbat is described in Larousse as " one of the most tragic in the history of mountaineering ".
The first attempt of ascent failed and resulted in the death of Mountaineer Mummery (1895). On five occasions, from 1932 to 1939, German expeditions attempted their "luck", killing nine people in 1934 and sixteen others in 1939 !!
This mountain has, indeed, the highest wall of ice and rock in the world (4,000 meters), and at an altitude where no person in his life would have the idea to go for a walk …
Add to this that this region serves as a rear base for Islamist fighters at war in Indian Kashmir. On June 22, 2013, ten mountaineers were massacred with their guide at the foot of Nanga Parbat .
The height of unconsciousness, the expedition which comes again to turn to disaster was made in winter! Because the Nanga Parbat is in the Northern Hemisphere, and it's currently the worst time of the year to climb it.
When I spoke of extreme sportsmen fleeing reality, it seems to me that this is a particularly flagrant example, bordering on infantilism or suicide. And since there was no one to stop Tomasz Mackiewicz, it was the mountain itself that did it.
Peace to his soul! But let's also wish his companion, Elisabeth Revol, to realize, too, that she does not need to do all that.
Today, she explains in the media that it is the Pakistani relief that was poorly organized, probably corrupt. They did not want to take off because it was a Friday and it was the day of prayer …
But the world is not a playground where one can say " Thumb, I do not play anymore " when things go wrong. In the Mont Blanc massif, where it comes from, there are helicopters always ready to pick you up in the worst places on a simple mobile phone call.
In Pakistan, it's different. Let's hope she understands it before it's too late.
To your health!
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