YEA. I CLIMBED A ROCK WALL.
So here’s the epic tale of my will to avoid a wall.
My college has this sick-ass rock climbing wall. And I convinced myself the only reason I chose to go there was just for that wall.
Fast forward 3 semesters later, and I never once touched it. Only gazing at its colorful rock thingys.
UNTIL I happened to go to dinner with a guy who works it and bam.
I went. I climbed. I conquered. (kind of)
It doesn’t look that hard, but dayum. I started on a beginner’s route. The rule was to only use the white rocks. Breezed through that challenge like a champ. At the top there’s a little cave where you hop in, turn around, lean back and push off the wall until you hit the ground.
*Imagine a bad-ass spy, but instead it’s Johnny English
What I thought I looked like
Vs. what I actually looked like (@3:20ish)
Then I tried a harder route. IT WAS HARD, MAN. Your fingers cramp up. Your forearms burn. I couldn’t do it. I tried reaching for that one damn grip 4 times and I fell every single time.
BUT I reached a goal of mine that day.
I finally climbed The Rock (wall).
^^^my greatest pun achievement
But for real. I did something I was afraid to do. I tried a new thing. And I felt strong and brave. And that’s a feeling I’ll continue to chase.