We all have a few words that we hear and no matter the surroundings, the feelings those words garner, will be unique…I too have a few such words, one of the being climbing… I can say this with utmost surety that no matter what, climbing will mean just one thing to me and that is Edinburgh! Yepp…sounds weird I know…
So the thing is that, I am acrophobic. Okay let’s face it, I have a lot of phobias.. height, water, enclosed spaces, ceiling fans (do not judge me here… ) are a few of them… anyway, acrophobia tops my list.. Last year when I was in Edinburgh, I didn’t know that my leisurely-I-want-to-pamper-myself vacation is going to end up being the one where I have done the most walking and climbing. As beautiful as that city is, the landscape had me breathless (literally).
This was about the same time, when my new found passion of “Fitness” had just dawned upon me. So I was not in the best of my shape but my spirits were soaring. On my very first day in Edinburgh, while dragging a huge set of suitcases (hubby dearest was clearly doing most of the dragging, while I was trying to navigate) we ended up in front of a long long staircase. Apparently that was what Google maps thought was the best route to get to my apartment (not so much though). So here I was….
Best Route (as per GPS)
The next day we went to see the Arthur’s Seat (the highest, most beautiful peak in Edinburgh). We had no plans to hike or trek and hence were not geared up in the most appropriate attire or shoes. However, on seeing the peak from a distance, a certain sense of adrenaline pumped down my spine and the next minute, I was on my way climbing up the peak.
Going up wasn’t as difficult as I thought and I managed to take decent breaks in between to admire the view while ensuring I don’t look down. Once on top, the feeling was beyond my imagination. A sense of exhilarating freedom and victory. Though it wasn’t that high and most people I know would do that for a normal morning jog. But it meant a whole lot of stuff to me. I partly overcame my fear of heights..
My only regret was not carrying a bottle of wine to enjoy the view up there.
Who knows, maybe next time!
P.S. I’ll skip the part where I was petrified to death while going down. So much so, that at one point I almost considered wrapping myself in a thick jacket and rolling down the hill, since that was the only way I thought I could have managed.