Nutrition

You’re lost again. Frozen Wastes. Same spot. Third time this week. I’ve been there. Felt the wind cut through my coat.

You’ve probably already gotten lost trying to find Drailegirut Mountain. I have too. More than once. It’s not your fault. The maps are wrong.

The wind here doesn’t whistle. It grabs. You’re standing at the base of Drailegirut Mountain and your ears pop before you’ve taken five steps.

You’re standing at the trailhead. Wind bites your ears. The air smells like wet stone and pine resin. That’s when doubt hits.

You’re standing at the trailhead. Staring up. Wondering how high Mountain Drailegirut really is.

You’ve stood there before. Wind biting your ears. That weird elevation shift in your chest like your lungs forgot how to work.

You’re standing at the trailhead. Fog swallowing the first switchback. No idea which path actually goes up. I’ve been there. More than once.

You’re tired of starting over. Every time you lose a few pounds, it comes back. Faster. I’ve watched people try every diet under the sun.

You’ve stared at that map for too long. Drailegirut looks like a rumor. A smudge of color in the wrong part of the atlas.