I was cycling yesterday at the climbing gym as part of my new training program and found myself cycling next to one of the owners of the gym. We were talking and he asked, “Where do you want to go with climbing?” I told him I wanted to get in shape and be able to send 5.12, at least. He smiled and said, “You have DRIVE. You know what I thought the minute I saw you in here – not knowing anything from anything? I thought, ‘I want to see her get fit.’ You have that drive and that kind of drive gets my attention. When I see a person with a passion for something, I notice. I know you can do this. You’re in here climbing and you love the sport, you understand how it works… I’ve seen you on that wall. If you lose the weight, you can climb 5.12 – I have complete, 100% confidence in you to be able to do that.” We continued our conversation and talked about diet and exercise. “You know, if you write down what you eat, and keep a little diary of it – if you were comfortable sharing that with me, that would make my year. I’m going to hold you a little bit accountable.” I told him that was good and that accountability people were always found in successful endeavors. “It all comes down to you.” I agreed. I told him about the positive things that were in the works – the training for climbing program by Eric Hörst that Taylor had found for me, the diet that my doctor had come up with and shared with me… He made a few more suggestions – great ones – that would help even more. “You know, I’ve been meaning to have this talk with you for a while, now.” Well, why didn’t you say something? “I knew it would come, that it would happen.” It was a good talk. I felt much better about what was going on with the entire climbing gym scene after that talk. I have a lot of people in my corner wanting to help me. Mack, with whom I did some training at the old climbing gym and who is doing the adult climbing league coaching at the new gym, let me know that he also does private training sessions (because I can’t always make it on Wednesday nights). I can’t afford it at the moment, but it was nice of him to give me the low-down on it in case I catch a break in my finances while he’s still here. I bouldered a bit and then called it a day after I was done with that. It was a good talk. I felt so much better about my place in the whole scheme of things at this new climbing gym after that… It’s nice to know where you stand and that you’ve got people in your corner rooting for you and who are willing to help you any way they can. Good talk. Good talk.
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.