Yeah, the last big one I pushed was the north face of Cerro Torre in Patagonia. It’s a classic, but the weather turned on me, the ice got slushy and the route threw out every crux I’d rehearsed. I had to keep my head in the groove, one foot at a time, while my heart was racing like a drumbeat. When I finally reached the summit, the sky was a clear blue and I felt the same rush I get at the top of a new recipe—unexpected but pure. That climb made me realize that the real risk isn’t in the rock, it’s in the doubt that sits in your chest when the rope feels thin. I learned that staying stubborn about the climb also means being stubborn about my own limits and learning to trust them enough to let go. It’s a strange balance, but that’s what keeps me moving forward.