The Great Wall of China is beyond unfathomable! I could walk those ancient steps and climb the guard towers, looking out over the lush, vast forests and mountains all day and evening and still I would find myself breathless, incapable of speaking, ingesting the cutting gusts of wind that awakened the spirits of the guards, echoing an honor and unbridled courage these guards exhibited for the protection of their country, preservation of their culture, keeping all within the bulwark of stone sacred. Trying to envision these guards in full armor, patrolling the Great Wall, the vast, untouched land surrounding them, lighting massive torch fires to alarm other guards of impending dangers-- were they frightened? Did they even have the slightest fear in their unconditional commitment to lay down their lives for the sake of China? Was it just a sense of duty, unconcerned of 'potentials' to avoid any hesitation to be the best defender he could possibly be?
Sean and I decided to run the Great Wall. He ran like a master and once I got warmed up, my stamina kicked in and I couldn't satiate from enough climbing challenges. I felt like every leg and glute muscle was maxing out, burning, begging me to stop. Chinese tourists wanted me to stop to take a photo with them. When I stopped, heavily breathing, my lungs exhausted, European tourists, thinking I was only walking and breathing like that, tried to comfort me by saying it would be a lot easier coming back down; then they offered to take my photo.
I climbed the last gargantuan fortress of steps before I needed to turn around and was met by a Chinese woman ready to adorn me with a medal. Before she placed it over my head, I said, "that's free, right?" She looked disappointed and said, "No", looking me over for cash, a wallet, maybe even a purse. She looked along the wall and wanted me to go back to my bag and get money. I pointed to the community, almost indecipherable due to our distance and altitude on the wall, telling her my money was there. I lied. I know. Actually, I really had no clue where my bag was because Alan was carrying it for me, somewhere along the wall. So, she offered to take my picture and gave me a Chinese flag to hold onto for the photo.
As I caught up with Sean, we descended and the moment I stopped, my legs were so fatigued they shook uncontrollably. They looked like a dog's hind leg when you find their tickle spot while scratching their belly and their leg goes a million miles a minute! The descent was so steep that it was so hard to stop the body's inertia. It took more body control to slow down than to let loose and just go!
Running, touring, exploring, internalizing the Great Wall was unlike anything I've ever experienced and something that may take me a very long time to ever articulate into coherent words!
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