Rock climbing, quite frankly, is a torturous pastime. Skin rubbed raw, muscles twitching from exertion, fingers clinging onto a hold the approximate size and breadth of a toothpick, it’s honestly astonishing to me that so many people find enjoyment in this activity, and even more surprising that I too, did this biweekly for three years. My fear of heights is more resilient than my attitude to the sport, and yet it took me five years to realise that I’m more suited to a quiet life on solid ground.
In spite of this, or perhaps especially because of this, there’s no greater source of satisfaction than the heady rush of relief that accompanies successfully finishing a route.
My sister is a climbing fanatic, her lithe build and unwavering determination translating well to the sport. With the ease and agility of a spider-monkey, she manoeuvres herself to complete the last move of a difficult climb, and then elegantly dismounts from the wall, satisfied with her performance. I on the other hand? Fingers frantically scrabbling for purchase, feet trembling on the hold, a frantic jumble of prayers leave my mouth. Survival instincts kicking in, the troglodyte in me discovers newfound pools of strength until I finally, finally finish the route.
Every climb poses a new challenge, every route is a new obstacle to be conquered. For my sister, it’s an opportunity to flaunt her grace and strength. For me, it’s the chance to display my excellent grasp of contemporary curse words. Nevertheless, we both experience the equal parts of relief, exhilaration and satisfaction. For those who aren’t too familiar with this exact sentiment, I’d imagine it’s not too dissimilar from the elation of a last minute goal in football, or being the first to cross the finish line. And yet, no other sport consistently leaves you with the sheer joy of surviving.
When I’m back on solid ground, I’m huffing like a steam engine, keeled-over and facing the plush gym mats. Never again, I say to myself, still delirious with relief.
That is, until I decide to try my next route.
~~~
what i'm currently (re)reading: the joy of small things by hannah jane parkinson
song recommendation of the day: midas touch by KISS OF LIFE
favourite recent discovery: 20th century girl