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Holi-up-dates

Allright, I’m on a socalled holiday in Austria. Won’t bore you with all the details, but I’m stucked in the smallest town, with just about 63 houses, a bar/ hotel/ restaurant, a chapel and a grocery store. Life is good here.

We’re visiting his mum and grandmother in their extraordinary wonderful house. (Mum and her man restored the house from scratch, to the most beautiful home in the Austrian Alps).

Not much to do here but walk – so that’s what we’ve been doing in different varieties. Friday we walked in the mountain forrest for about 3 hours. Saturday morning my calves were miserable from the ups and downs, and saturday late afternoon, Liam and I did a 10K run (appr.) with an incline for about 200m. That was tough enough. Had to stop on the way up first time, we went up.

Plenge mountain

Today we climbed/ walked the Plenge (Plenge is a 7,785 ft / 2,373 m mountain peak in the Carinthia mountain chain). I probably looked a bit out of it with my Fightworld t-shirt, sunglasses and Christian Audiger leggings, but at least I had proper shoes for mountain walking. Liam and his mum were more appropriate dressed, so at least we didn’t make a really terrible picture.
Beatrice – Liams mum turned around after about 2/5 of the journey, so we continued on ourselves. The mountain road was shifting between been really breathtaking sort-of-life-treathening-if-you-take-one-bad-step, with steep climbs in gravel (and nothing to hold on to), and steep climbs on grass and rocks.
After the second vertical climb, we reached a plato with a little glacier lake. Lake was dead – no fish or visible life (as in water plants or animals), but probably some of the purest water around. We didn’t stop for touching, but rushed along the small meadow, just to find the last big uphill. This time it was through grass and flowers, but a quite vertical climb. When we finally reached the top of the mountain, I realized we had to go/climb over the ridge to get to the cross.
My first response was: ‘We don’t have to go to the cross, do we?’. Liam being gentle, said we didn’t have to. But of course we did.
The last 100-200meters was a literally mountain climb, grabbing stone for dear life, and hold on – watch were to put the feet, and at more than one occassion, I found myself embracing a piece of mountain to get around and continue on the path, and feeling sort of safe.

So we finally reached the cross, took a few pictures (for some reason, I look pregnant and/or fat – which I’m not) with the cross and then hurried back down. Clouds were coming in, and it felt like a storm was brewing.
Going downhill was just as bad as going up – instead of hurting on the hamstring and calves, the sometimes vertical walk down, made my knees hurt. But of course, in its own way, it was a good work out to.
And even, I didn’t have too much good to say about the trip afterwards, I also didn’t have too much bad to say. It was hard for sure, and pretty tripping to walking on a stone ridge with about 2300meter drop to either side. But, at least we got todays work out in the bag 😉

Re-cap:
Friday: Forrest walk 3 hours (Not sure, I get why people like to walk/ trek)
Saturday: 10k run in a little mountain loop near the house. (Refreshing)
Sunday: Visited the top of Plenge 

Liam and I by the cross at Plenge Mountain

Classic: Fightworld t-shirt and Audiger leggins in HDR style photo.

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