I found myself on the car ride back from my post-Thanksgiving Joshua Tree trip with a little bit less skin, a lot less pride, a lot more dirt, and just the right amount of necessary introspection. Let me explain.
Why I Climb
Climbing has always been a multifaceted sport for me, as I must assume it is for many of those that spend their holidays, weekends, and free evenings partaking in it. No other sport pushes me in so many aspects; after a good climbing session, I am mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. Most of the time I just leave it at that – I like climbing because it requires more than brute strength. Climbing requires more than technique. I’ve always known that, but what I learned this past weekend is that I love climbing because it is honest. Once again, let me explain.
Climbing is honest. Maybe that’s one of the big draws of the sport. And I guess I’m just writing this to say that, though it’s really super awesome when a 5.15c is put up in Mallorca, there can be a lot more to climbing than the grade. We all deserve a few pats on the back or preferably a few stiff drinks to celebrate our willingness to test ourselves in this way. Tears or not, 5.6 or 5.27z, climbing is not for the faint hearted. It can be like holding a mirror up when you’ve just been electrocuted. Take a deep, hard look and yourself and find out what you’re made of…that’s what climbing is to me at its best, even when it makes me look my worst.
So cheers. Keep on trucking. And give credit where credit is due – you’ve chosen quite the hobby.