
A journey from tuberculosis to the Seven Summits. 777 days to Everest.
Bedridden with tuberculosis. The doctors said walking would be a challenge. My lungs were compromised, my body weak. But in that hospital bed, I made a decision: I would not just walk—I would climb.

One year after TB, I stood on a Himalayan glacier. That delta—between "impossible" and "done"—became my home. Kilimanjaro. Elbrus. Aconcagua. Denali. Four of the Seven Summits conquered.
Broken Talus. Surgery. The mountain doesn't care about your plans. But setbacks are just data points. Every injury is a lesson. Every recovery is training.
From broken Talus to the roof of the world. 777 days of rehabilitation, training, and preparation. The algorithm is simple: measure everything, optimize relentlessly, never quit.
The first step. High altitude acclimation and team dynamics test.
Technical snow climbing and weather endurance in Russia.
The highest peak outside Asia. Pure physical endurance.
Unforgiving arctic conditions. Technical glacier travel.
The ultimate ceiling. The culmination of the journey.
The bottom of the world. Extreme cold logistics.
Snow down under
Success at altitude is a math problem. Weight, calories, watts, oxygen. We solve for X.
Capturing the raw, unfiltered reality of the death zone to inspire the next generation.
It takes a village to reach a summit. We climb together, or we don't climb at all.
The countdown to Everest is running. Follow the journey from recovery to the roof of the world.