Imagine doing a full squat, then having to hold that squat and side-step your way about 5 or 6ft to your left. But instead of a nice gym platform to support you there's only void. Yes, you're clipped into a cable, but that makes the thought of slipping off these metal rungs no less terrifying.
"Is this going to support all my weight?" I asked, like somehow I was the first dude over 200lbs to ever cross the via ferrata. Dave nodded, and I put both my feet on one rung, with both my hands gripping the rung above it. My ass literally hanging out over the side of the cliff. And as I squatted there, thighs and forearms burning, I realized the key to getting through this, or anything, was just to relax.
So calmly, I moved to the next rung, and then the next, and despite some difficulties with some of the longer stretches, I made it without slipping at all. Or soiling the abyss.