Katharsis - Rampenwulst

The morning sun was just kissing the rock face as I tied in, a mix of anticipation and trepidation bubbling within. Today was the day for 'Katharsis - Rampenwulst', a legendary 9- in the Graz Mountains. This wasn't just a route; it was a statement, a testament to what the human body and mind could achieve.

From the start, the climbing was relentless. Technical, delicate moves led into the beast itself – the 'Rampenwulst'. True to its name, it was a powerful, bulging ramp, demanding absolute commitment. My fingers burned on tiny crimps, feet smeared precariously on polished limestone. Each move was a desperate battle against gravity and doubt. I felt the lactic acid building, my breath ragged, but a strange sense of calm settled over me. This was it, the 'Katharsis' moment.

With a final surge of power, I latched onto the jug at the lip, pulling through the last difficult meters. Reaching the chains, a wave of relief, pure elation, and utter exhaustion washed over me. It wasn't just a climb; it was a journey into my own physical and mental reserves, a purifying experience high above the beautiful Graz Mountains. 'Katharsis - Rampenwulst' truly lived up to its name.

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