I fucking love rock climbing. Seriously. Something about the combination of technicality, strength, adrenaline, and danger all mix together with a big 'ol cherry of personal success on top for EVERY climb. I always have something to improve on, and I always can look back and see what I've conquered. I can look at my fingers every day and remember how hard I worked last weekend.. I meet and talk to other people who always have stuff to teach me, and always have something to learn from the way I climb, regardless of my skill level.
I spend all week at work checking the weather and waiting for the weekend. I text friends every day about who's going and what they did the week before. Rock climbing has given me something to look forward to. It's asanine me out of my stupid winter slump, and its putting my body back into shape. I feel....good. All the time. I just feel happier, healthier, and all around better. I can't wait to go out again next weekend.
I spend all week at work checking the weather and waiting for the weekend. I text friends every day about who's going and what they did the week before. Rock climbing has given me something to look forward to. It's asanine me out of my stupid winter slump, and its putting my body back into shape. I feel....good. All the time. I just feel happier, healthier, and all around better. I can't wait to go out again next weekend.