Stepping Outside My Comfort Zone

Well, climbing outside my comfort zone, actually…

Also literally.

I went climbing with JS today, and faced my longstanding fear of falling from an uncomfortable height. Mind you, this was climbing in a gym, not outdoors on actual rocks.

Surprisingly, I actually made it to the top of one of the walls. (I was surprised, he was not, as he was apparently much more confident in my abilities than I was.)

What I learned from this experience:

  • Finding yourself dangling [seemingly] precariously, many feet above the ground, is not so terrifying when you trust the person on the other end of the rope.
  • Climbing equipment is very effective, and if you’re belayed well, slipping off of the wall is actually not all that traumatic, since you only drop a few inches.
  • I am, in fact, in awful shape, and this experience has me feeling motivated to work out.