As I am cycling on the stationary bike on the fitness mezzanine at the climbing gym, I’m watching AJ and Emily climb down below. Part of me could cycle forever. The bigger part of me could climb forever. I’m trying to get in shape. Easier said than done. I’m not giving up, though. You won’t find me quitting. I want to be able to climb at least 5.12 in my lifetime. That’s going to take a lot of work on my part. I can do it. I know I can. I have many obstacles and circumstances to overcome, but I will meet these head-on and without apology. Everybody has things that they have to do for their own health and well-being. Climbing is what keeps my demons at bay and makes me happy when things otherwise look quite hopeless. Climbing is what I do for me. Others don’t always see the value in it. Sometimes it seems that almost no one does, but I can’t let their lack of insight deter me from achieving my goals and dreams. God willing, I will be a great climber. I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that happens, because climbing means happiness. I like happiness!!!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.