That day, when I reached the crux of the route, an overhanging section 30 meters above the ground, I felt tired. I was completely exhausted. All my muscles seemed useless. I turned around to see the place where I was going to crash and die, convinced that my hands would give way. I felt no fear; I was simply lucid. I hesitated, knowing that the only thing I could do was go upwards, even if it meant falling into the void, and then something incomprehensible happened. Everything became fluid, simple, all fatigue faded away, giving way to extreme concentration, perfection of movement.
I then thought that I had never understood anything about climbing, that I had everything to learn, that training wasn't the only secret, that the mind produced a power I hadn't suspected. I was no longer the same; at the top of the route, I was in a state of contemplation, of serenity. I stayed up there for maybe two hours, letting my thoughts wander. It was a friend who, not seeing me return, became worried and pulled me from my reverie. [2, translated]
References
[1] https://www.instagram.com/p/CaDN4TstEF8/
[2] https://www.instagram.com/p/DI3HmHbtIsu/