When I started climbing the ‘High of letters I tried to regulate what I could more, since to raise it puts me in rage and I love doing it, but this was not the opportunity to climb to the top, since climbing, it is 80 kilometers.

The first 10 kilometers were full of heat and humidity that suffocated my body, but my legs were there, happy to climb and see a landscape so beautiful, in which each tree wrapped my body and gave more oxygen to cope with the height involved in the challenge. After climbing the first 25 kilometers I began to feel the altitude; I need to clarify, just because of the weather – it was much colder, calmer, the humidity disappeared and the landscape towards part of a much colder climate. We were going from sunshine and tropics to icy altitude.

Then in the first 50 kilometers the legs started to hurt; I wanted to finish, as the hours passed and I felt that nothing progressed. I felt that every kilometre, as they became eternal and the climate every moment became colder. It was eating at me mentally, a psychological battle.

Then I started my last and hardest 20 kilometers, where the height was over 2500msm, and the legs already hurt enough, the mind was exhausted, the hunger began to feel and there were pieces of 13% road to climb. It was fighting with me, telling me that I needed to earn the honour of ascent.I kept going because my body was ready for everything – I was prepared physically and mentally.

I was not thinking of getting off the bike for a second, it was my goal since I was sure it would go high; In my last ten kilometers and I wanted to get off, it started to rain and my mind was exhausted, but there was an inner voice that shouted to me “YOU WILL DO IT, YOU CAN. “ It is not an impossible challenge, it is to play with body, soul and heart.

As I arrived at the summit and see my boyfriend Ivan waiting for me, I felt the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt in my life: “I CAN WITH EVERYTHING”; I felt I was powerful, and I felt that I could achieve everything in life. I felt that all feelings of despair and frustration of the last 20 kilometers were worth EVERYTHING.

I understood that the ‘High of Letters’ is one of my best experiences of life; a climb to be cherished. The mountain road, combined with breath-taking landscapes, interminable highs, differently crazy climates, combined 80 kilometers in hardness and joy, combined happiness and sadness, combined the most beautiful that can feel a human being, fullness and satisfaction. I am a cyclist. I am a climber.