Almost two years ago now (wow), Andrew and I were in the thick of a 6 month climbing trip. The trip was great and all, but I want to talk about how it ended… We just kind-of got tired and went home. Being on the road & climbing all the time is exhausting (physically and emotionally). I missed Amy, missed the couch, missed the internet (ridiculous, I know).
I really haven’t climbed much since then. Sure some in the gym, and I’d get dragged out on the occasional weekend trip, but REALLY climbed- It’s been a while. And now I’m back, and it feels so good.
I used to think the quote “The best climber is the one having the most fun” was total B.S.- An excuse to fall, to not train, etc. Now, back climbing three days a week, laughing, and pushing myself, seeing friends, falling, I see what they mean.
Coming back has been awesome on so many levels- There are no expectations, I’m reconnecting with friends, & having more fun than ever.
Tonight at the gym, so jokers actually started making fun of me. Yeah, I was being a little loud as I cheered on my climbing partner- so what. I just laughed it off, moved on to the next route, and kept smiling.