The art of monotone work

Forward, forward, forward, forward. Cham, Cham, Cham, Cham. In silence, we strive upwards. I can’t recall how many times I read the name of the skis on the guy ahead of me. Cham 97, Cham 97, Cham 97. What happened in Chamonix 1997? Or is it the width?

Monotonous, meditative, like silent machines. One step at a time – and one more, and one more. The allure is to defeat yourself and just climb it. The great battle against that sweet little voice that says; Hey guys, let´s stop, let´s turn around and go home and drink hot chocolate. But today, nobody is listening. We are going up, because that’s where the downhill starts.