AlinaXGlamours

My name is Katya, and my office is all that is above ground level.. My desk is filled not with papers but with maps with tracks marked on them, and the most frequent sound in my headphones is not chat notifications but the howling of the wind in the rocks. Because my real life begins when I have a backpack behind me and a path leading uphill under my feet.. It all started with the fact that at the age of 18 they gave me not a new phone, but the first in my life trekking poles and a hike in the mountains of Crimea. I've been sick ever since.. But not an illness in the bad sense, but thirst. Thirst for height, speed, conquest.

My apartment is just a place where I charge my gadgets and dry my gear. On the balcony, instead of flowers, there is a climbing rope, on the shelf, instead of cosmetics, there are jars with sublimates, and the most valuable item in the closet is not a dress, but a membrane jacket that has gone through more than one rain with me. Every Friday my backpack is waiting at the door. While others plan which bar to go to, I and my like-minded friends decide which peak to climb at dawn. Our chat explodes not with memes, but with messages: “Look, what is the weather forecast for the Pass! », «Who is with me on the raft on Saturday? » or «I need a rifle, urgently! » I live from exit to exit. A complex project in the office? Nothing, I'm just breaking it down into stages, like a difficult climb.. We have to hold on until Thursday, and then — freedom. I am already in the bus, which takes us to the foot of the mountain, outside the window glimpse forests and fields, and in my hands I turn a thermos with hot tea. My most vivid memories are not about the parties, but about the moments when you, breaking through the last meters of fog, get on the ridge of the mountain. Legs buzzing, lungs burning, and then you just shut up. And you're the first to touch the rays of the rising sun.

Thousands of meters below you, and the whole world froze in silence and beauty. In such moments all the problems, all the worries seem so small, carried away by the wind that blows you in the face. And then there's the thrill of speed.. I love the bike. When you're drifting down a steep slope, and your decision a second ahead determines everything. Knees spring on bumps, eyes catch the only right trajectory, and adrenaline screams in the blood louder than any music. And then - sweet fatigue in the muscles, laughter with friends and stories about who almost flew into the bushes. Sometimes people ask me: “Isn’t it scary? You're never tired?». Of course, it's scary.. Sometimes you get wet, get lost on the trail and dream of a hot bath. But it's the kind of fatigue that makes you sleep like a dead man and wake up a whole new person.. Cleaned. Strong.

For me, active recreation is not just a hobby. It's my way of feeling alive.. To feel every muscle, every breath, every drop of rain on my face. It is my language, in which I speak to the world. And as long as my feet can walk and my heart beat loudly in anticipation of the ascent, I will be there: on the trail, on the rock, on the water. Because my home is not four walls, but this whole vast, wild and incredibly beautiful world.