There was a lot of noise when I made to this discussion, a combination of both discouragement and concern. There are people who have been severely affected due to mountain sickness and others who have had to give up due to lack of fitness. It was a known fact to me, that very few handful people supported my insanity. This was a big decision and dreaming about the summit was not enough for me, I had to work for it.
This was no ordinary 10km run or a trek in the local mountains. This was at 20,000Ft., where the oxygen is 40% lesser, the air is thin, the temperature is negative and the weather isn’t always your friend. The days are hot and the nights and freezing. There are no washrooms, beds or water purifiers; there is limited food and a 10kg bag-pack on you. My prep phase was tough, but still not tough enough for the mountains. The day I reached Leh, I got hit with severe headache and dizziness. Fortunately, I had my brother Harshad who had been my strongest support there. We trained by climbing steps to the Stupas and old palaces, slopes and little mountains. I could feel the beating that my compromised lungs took for every breath with every step. It’s a high altitude desert, with naked mountains and minimal oxygen.