El Potrero Chico
Pastas with a lot of cheese
My name is Zoé, and I am 24 years old, but my friends call me Big Z because I’m small and I do big things. I have been climbing for five years. I started with indoor bouldering but fell in love quite fast with the rock, the real one. About a year and a half after my first climb, I went to El Potrero Chico in Mexico for a month with two of my friends, flew back home and two weeks later, I was quitting my job and embarking on the school of life for the next 217 days. All alone with my rope, draws and energy. From EPC to the American West Coast and then Squamish for the summer, I learned more about myself and the people around me than ever. It was such a great experience, and I don’t regret any of the decisions I took. Climbing has been a big part of my life in the past two years, from the places I went to the people I crossed paths with and the lessons I learned. I am proud and grateful to be where I am right now, and I am looking forward to new and bold adventures. Climbing is also a very mental journey. It takes a lot of trust in your partner, but also in yourself. You are in a constant battle with your head. What risks am I prepared to take to finish this route? How much air am I prepared to take if I fall? How far am I ready to push my limits? Climbing is not easy; if it were, we would all be world champions. And this is why I love and breathe climbing every day.