New blog, first post. Goal is to make this about climbing, especially my own experiences, successes, failures, musings, etc. Lots going on in the brain that would be best served on its own platform.
I’m a 32-yr old female in Minnesota. I have never been athletic; I tend to run into things. I stub my toes a lot. My mother lovingly refers to me as a klutz. When I run I look like the FTD florist guy (also lovingly pointed out to me by Mom). Two years ago, at the age of 30, I discovered climbing. On the wall I feel graceful and strong. For the first time in my life I’ve found a sport that feels fun and exciting, one that I want to work at and push myself to do better.
Climbing has helped to solidify a personal transformation I had long been working towards. Plagued by anxiety for most of my 20s, I had already learned the power of my mind and its ability to make fears about things that are not real feel like they are right in front of me. When I climb I come face to face with my fears. Fear of heights, fear of falling. And in order to climb well I need to compartmentalize that fear. Acknowledge it, assess it, and decide where it belongs. Most of the time, it belongs in the corner. I wave at it, say hello, and move forward.
I’ve met some incredibly inspiring people in these short two years. Women and men who push me to be better, to be stronger, to be true to myself. They push me to try harder, and I’m constantly surprising myself with what I’m capable of.
Climbing and I… we’re having a bit of a love affair. I’m constantly trying to figure out how to do more, how to get out more, how to learn more, how to carefully plan my vacation time and save up money to fund my habit. I’m pretty new in the climbing world. I have a lot to learn, but I have big plans, and I can’t wait to see them come true.