Occasional thoughts from a young adult reveling in the messiness of life.
In my last post, I unveiled my list of “12 Things in 2012,” which are the 12 things I want to accomplish this year. On January 1, I knocked the first one off my list: Get back into rock climbing (indoors, of course). While I was hesitant to say for sure that it was done, I’m happy to say that my hubby and I officially joined the rock climbing gym at the end of February!
So why rock climbing? Because it’s amazing. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of reaching the top and tagging (i.e. slapping) the top of that wall (especially for someone who has a mild fear of heights). Plus, the gear is awesome.
The first time I went climbing was back in 2006 when the hubby first moved to Atlanta. For a while, we were going every single weekend, and we continued climbing regularly until midway through 2008, when the tanking economy, an unexpected change in his job situation and wedding planning all collided and kept us out of the gym.
After that, the journey back into it feels a little like “The Lord of the Rings” – stuff just kept coming up.
Fast forward to 2010. The economy had improved, the wedding was long since past and spring was on its way. It was a Wednesday or Thursday in March, and we committed to head back to the gym that coming weekend. But fate had a different idea. On a beautiful Friday, I took a tumble off my favorite pair of platform sandals (right in the middle of a busy Atlanta street during the lunch rush). As I watched my ankle swell bigger and bigger, my hopes of climbing anytime soon slowly faded away. Though I didn’t know it at the time, the injury was more than a sprain—I had torn a ligament in my ankle, which kept me out of my high heels well into the winter. It took over a year to build up enough strength in that ankle to even consider going to the gym, and then some. In May, I had my own change in job situations, so it would be a while before the timing was right again.
For a while, I thought 2011 would be the year I strapped on that harness and said the words I’ve wanted to say. But, fate stepped in again. Solidly into my new (awesome) job and the crazy first quarter travel out of the way, I hoped to return to the gym in May (seeing a pattern here?). But, a big change at work took me from the usual Warp Speed in the office to Ludacris Speed. The gym would have to wait.
Third Time’s a Charm:
It was December 31, 2011, and we were at a MadMen themed party to ring in the new year. After imbibing a few 50’s inspired cocktails, I began to share my list of 12 things with the delightful hostess of the party, who also happens to be a fellow climber. The decision was made right there—Jan. 1 would be the day. And so, it was.
Late in the afternoon on January 1, I dusted off my harness, refilled my chalk bag, laced up my climbing shoes, tied into the rope, took a deep breath and said, “On belay!”
Here’s a recap of where I am with my list of 12 Things in 2012:
1. Get back into rock climbing.
2. Buy a constant aperture lens.
3. Start playing guitar again.
4. Learn to make edamame.
5. Launch ArtisanShipp website.
6. Renew passport.
7. Learn Italian.
8. Start charging for photography sessions
9. Make that special scarf.
10. Go to Houston.
11. Enter photography contest.
12. Go to Italy.
Date accomplished: 1/1/12