Today we went to the climbing gym. I have not climbed since I left Toronto, 4 years ago! This required us to redo the belay class.
So anyone that knows me — knows that I love a challenge and don’t take to failure lightly. We are doing the class and things seem fine. I am totally psyched! I can do this! I will rock this! I can add rock climbing to list of amazing things that I do! Bring it!
Things are fine until I actually have to climb the wall. First practice climb limited to 3 meters. No problem. Climb complete. Second climb the instructor allows us to climb as high as we like. I climb up again…3 meters.
Okay, so something is wrong. This is not like me. I blame nervousness of taking a class with strangers. Dani convinces me that we should definitely sign up for a month pass. I agree – how am I be a climber if I don’t go to the climbing gym!
Fast forward to a week later when Dani asks me to go climbing. I agree. Start telling people that I am climbing on the weekend – look at that – I just became a climber.
Fast forward to day of climb. Getting ready to go. I panic. And I start thinking about how I can’t do this – what if I hurt someone! What if i don’t pull the rope properly! What if I get distracted! Worse yet – what if I fall! This results in tears – and me saying that I can’t do this.
Dani is a trooper though and goes climbing and is able to scale the wall twice! Amazing!
I still have 2 weeks in my month pass to make a climber of myself yet!