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FOREWORD Becoming the Iceman is a project inspired by Wim and Justin to show the world that anyone can adopt the ability to become an Ice- man or Icewoman. The project’s goal is to show that the ability to control the body’s temperature is not a genetic defect in Wim, but an ability that can be adopted by anyone. For many generations, we have been taught to fear the cold: “Don’t forget your jacket! You don’t want hypothermia, do you?” “Put your gloves on before you get frostbite!” Of course, these are consequences of extreme cold exposure, but with the proper understanding, anyone can learn to use the cold as a natural teacher. You may have seen Wim running around on television, barefoot in the snow or swimming in ice-cold waters. While he is doing those incredible feats, he isn’t worried about how cold it is; he is enjoying himself. Like any new tool, you must understand how it works before you can use it efficiently. This pertains to the cold as well. Wim is the epitome of what can happen if someone uses the cold to train the body. You might ask, “How can you prove that anyone can learn this ability?” We’re glad you asked… As of Fall 2009, Justin Rosales had no experience with the cold whatsoever. He was a college student attending Penn State Univer- sity. After Justin’s friend, Jarrett, showed him one of Wim’s videos on YouTube, they became exceedingly interested in understanding this ability. They wanted to see if it was possible for anyone to learn. So they thought, “Why not test it on ourselves?” In Spring 2010, after speaking to Wim for several months via email, Wim invited Justin to attend a workshop in Poland for ten days. After many days of working as a dishwasher, Justin was able to pay for his trip to Poland and learn the technique of the Iceman. With more training and countless experiences with the cold, Justin began to slowly adapt. The length of time he could remain exposed to the cold increased dramatically. He quickly realized that the tech- nique to withstand the cold was, indeed, an ability that could be harnessed by anyone. This book tells the tale of Wim and Justin’s journey to Becoming the Iceman! CHAPTER 1: BREAKING THE ICE “Just do it! Right on! Go for it!” That’s what I always say. I have come to a point in my journey where I can finally say, “I did it.” Now is the time to write about my experiences. I have been a pioneer all my life and I think it is best to finally share my wisdom with the rest of the world. Fear and trust are the components of the human psyche. Though the path may be to ascend up steep mountains, I use no auxiliary tools, only my mind. Many years ago, I lived in the Spanish Pyrenees, making money by working as a canyoning instructor. The beautiful canyons that surrounded me were made when water excavated natural door- ways into the massive mountains of the Spanish Pyrenees. To go canyoning safely, you need ropes, wetsuits, watertight buckets, backpacks, and a lust for adventure. These are the essential things needed to safely guide people through the labyrinths of rocks and steep walls. The feeling is always good after a strenuous day in the canyons, simply because you have to comply with whatever nature dictates. The aching muscles are signs of a hard day’s work. When traveling through the canyons, it’s important to stay cen- tered and focus within. Don’t worry about the fear; embrace it. Cen- tering, instead of thinking too much, creates a physiological process that affects both the body and the mind. If you’re centered, vertigo is controlled and every descent teaches you to trust the equipment and yourself. There comes a point when the vertigo is nothing but a mathemati- cal problem within the mind. Once you know the proof, you can reach the solution with practice. Doing this gives control over the 2 Wim Hof & Justin Rosales mind and an understanding of your limits. Using that serene point of view, anyone can begin to enjoy the grandeur of their surroundings during their descent. This is the mo- ment that most people enjoy when they come to the Pyrenees. I know the paths through mountains like a child knows the short- est and nicest way to his favorite spot. During our expeditions, I would point out the flora (plants), fauna (animal life) and the geo- logical structures of the Pyrenees. In a way, it soothed the people that I led because it gave them an understanding of my experience and hopefully gave them more of a reason to trust me. When we would finally reach the upper part of a canyon by focus, concentration and strength, my followers would begin to feel the fear inside of them. It is at this time that I would explain to them that the journey was about overcoming that fear and becoming stronger. Overlooking the mountains, there are many beautiful monoliths standing alone, as if an enormous artist sculptured them. In my mind, one monolith stands out among the rest: El Huso (The Spin- dle). To me, it looks like one of the Stone Heads on Easter Island. It is the mysteriousness that catches my attention. Like a magnet, it draws me in. One day, while I was traveling through the Pyrenees alone, I de- cided to examine the behemoth. As I got closer, the rock seemed bigger and bigger. Touching it from all sides, I calculated her height and the possible climbing routes. I then decided that I would soon tackle this majestic entity and climb this amazing rock with no rope or safeguards. My fear and trust began to initiate their irrational beliefs of a near- death reality. My body tightened at the thought of falling. Now was not the time to climb. Descending back the way I came, I contemplated how I would approach my climb. I went deeper into myself as I felt my deter- mination growing stronger. I told no one of my plan to ascend the mysterious rock. It was my challenge and I had hoped that it would help me look deeper into my soul. I began to train my body, doing pushups on my fingertips, pulling myself up on doorways using only my fingertips, and meditating on the single thought of climbing. That’s when the nightmares began. I dreamt that I was climbing El Huso and I was controlled by fear. It was an overwhelming sense of powerlessness that seemed too impossible to overcome. Fear does not go away by itself. You have to confront your fear, mold it, then learn to control it in it’s own irrational reality. Every human being has the power to do just that. To go deep within and Becoming the Iceman 3 confront your inner being is a powerful act. Going deep and devel- oping the will power is the only way. For days I continued training, visualizing the climb, concentrat- ing on the hunger inside of me. I developed a determined focus that I knew would only grow stronger. The nightmares slowly began to fade, telling me that it was almost time to climb. The day my nightmares stopped, I realized that the fear was gone and my trust had replaced it. Trust is the element needed to conquer fear. I went to where El Huso was located and eyed up my worthy adversary one last time. It was at that point that I realized I forgot my climbing shoes, but there was no turning back now! I emptied my mind and just let go. It’s important to be mentally prepared before beginning. Being badly prepared or not confident in something this dangerous could lead to serious injury. As I started to climb, I realized a light feeling of being inside of me. I had a powerful grip in my hands and there were no anxious thoughts holding me back. Just do it, I thought. Silence and emptiness aided my conquering of fear. These ele- ments are also present in meditation. In a way, this was my own form of meditation. After reaching the top I felt a wave of self-worth and excitement! I climbed down and back up several more times. I felt like a child and El Huso was my playground. A couple of years later my photographer, Henny Boogert, trav- eled with me to the Pyrenees to do some solo pictures for an out- door magazine. We went back to El Huso and Henny began to take many pictures as I climbed without the aid ropes or gear. He took a lot of beautiful shots, but I asked him if he thought anything could be done better. He mentioned that the lighting was a bit off, so the pictures were a bit dimmer than he would have liked. So I said, “Then I will climb it tomorrow!” The next morning we returned and I prepared myself as I had before. After climbing for a bit and reaching a height that would definitely kill me if I fell, I developed a cramp in my right calf! I was rendered motionless as the pain quickly became crippling. I really could do nothing but hold on to the rock for dear life. I tried to shake my leg, but there was no space, only a few centimeters.