There’s a concept I’ve been grappling with for weeks now, trying to wrap words around it in order to present it in a way that others would find it….edible. Until yesterday, I wasn’t sure how, or if, it was worth it. It is.
And still, I have this fear that my words will lack all the meaning I want them to.
Yesterday was the first day in over two weeks I climbed. I got together with a good friend that I have been climbing outside with this summer, and we hit one of my favorite crags with some other friends. I hit the wall at 7:30 am, and stopped around 5:30pm. It was a long and beautiful day.
I wasn’t nervous about leading anything because I hadn’t been climbing in a while. It was something else I had been thinking about, but still…a thoughtful idea about my relationship with climbing: where it’s come from, how it is now and even where it’s going.
I don’t climb at all now. I don’t really seek out climbing time. I don’t get sessions in at the gym to train anymore. Part of it is that I don’t have the time, part of it is that I’ve made my peace with where I want to be with my climbing, and part of it is just, how it is.
Yesterday was an experience because it was like climbing for the first time and still, I felt like I had been climbing forever.
I wasn’t nervous. I was calm. I projected two new leads. Mentally, I was able to see problems, try different approaches, commit to moves and finish. Where in the past I would have doubted myself (despite my strength) and given up.
Achilles' Heel © ChossyGrl
The Achilles’ Heel. So at the end of yesterday I sat watching my friends climb, thinking, what was so different now, that I feel…changed? That my experience with climbing and that myself while climbing would be and feel so different?
It came to me during a casual conversation with one of my friends yesterday. It made me laugh actually. I was trying to lay back on this flake, and had to move up to a crimp, left the wall was blank except for a tiny chip for a left foot. I had to throw a right heel to hit the next crimp. I refused to throw a heel. I have this fear about heels. I don’t like the exposure of the back of my heel and leg against or close to the rock, with the possibility that I might blow off. I don’t have faith in the heel hook. In yesterday’s case, it would have helped me make this move with less energy and brute force.
So here’s the thing, I was thinking about the heel. My climbing was so different yesterday because all my external rewards for it were removed. I haven’t trained, or been training. I’m not training for anything. I don’t have an accurate idea of what grade I can climb now because I’m not in the gym climbing all the time. I’m not projecting every week. I don’t have those little things to satisfy my ego.
Because that’s what they did, in a sense before….they calmed my ego.
And now? Climbing isn’t giving me a grade bonus, or something to facebook about. Climbing yesterday was just about hanging with my friends on the 4th of July and projecting some fun climbs.
My Achilles’ Heel?
When it came to climbing, it was the need of having to be great at climbing in order to feel like a good climber. Instead of just climbing and having fun. It was also feeling like my worth, to others, was only based on how hard I could climb.