At about 6:45AM, I summited Mt. Kilimanjaro. It was the hardest thing I’ve done in life up to this point. Altitude sickness mixed with some flu symptoms (that I’m still fighting) made the already difficult climb, borderline dangerous. Unable to hold water down due to nausea and vomiting, I was dehydrated for most of summit night. My heartbeat was jacked during the entire 7 hours. For the last 2 hours, I simply couldn’t breathe; having to stop after every 2 to 3 steps.
And that’s how the mountain was conquered.
2 to 3 steps at a time.
The task was so difficult that I teared up like a jackass when I reached the summit.
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