Climbing. Sometimes my hobby, often my nemesis.
I started climbing with some coworkers around 2001. I wasn’t in the best of shape, but I feel like I did okay, climbing in the 5.7 range outdoors, and 5.9 in the gym (a long, boring explanation of climbing grades can be found here).
Around 2003, two of my climbing partners found jobs in other states, and the third had previously decided he needed to cut a hobby to be more productive or something. So, I was now a sport climber with nobody to belay. I didn’t know any other climbers, being incredibly introverted and all, so I gave up something I truly enjoyed to spend more time sitting on the couch.
A couple of years ago, I joined up at the climbing gym again, but laziness and feelings of defeat resulted in my wasting that membership on multiple occasions. Still with no partners, I opted for bouldering, but this added a fear of falling to any other excuses I was using.
This week, 11 years after I stopped climbing seriously, I made myself go to the gym 5 days. The result? I made it to the top of a couple of V0-rated bouldering routes (a long, boring explanation of bouldering grades can be found here).
This week, my plan is to keep the same amount of climbing while throwing in a little CrossFit to help with strength and endurance. I realize the best exercise for getting better at climbing is climbing (feel free to quote me!), but a little extra training can’t hurt.
I’ll report back next week.