In January, I walked into the local indoor rock climbing place to drop off yoga flyers, and I was immediately filled with longing and intrigue. I was with my children, so I couldn’t start climbing at that moment, but I decided to return as soon as possible for date night. Over the next few days, I kept daydreaming about the squishy floors, the genuinely friendly people, and of course, the walls. Then a typical cocktail kicked in: failed attempts at getting babysitters mixed with obligations and a twist of laziness on the rocks.
But recently, magic occurred, I learned from my sweet neighbor that I have 2 capable babysitters within feet of my front door. The one that came last night had an aura of calming energy. Graham and I were tired from the workweek, and we could have gone out for dinner, but remembering my birthday month vow, we went rock climbing.
I was excited to get there, but a had a little fear spritzer while I was figuring out the harness. As a recovering Type A and someone who has taken too many epidemiology courses, I began to wonder about the risk of getting a communicable disease from the harness. Silly, I know.
Graham’s excitement put me back on the right track. He’s a genius.
My very own Spiderman! Go Graham!
Verdict: It was awesome, the best date we’ve had in years, and I can’t wait to go back. I loved the physical sensations, how Ujjayyi breath made the experience sweeter, and the thrill of repelling. The holds were metaphors for life: just because one LOOKED like it was the right choice meant nothing, I didn’t know if it really was until I TRIED it.