You know, there’s nothing quite like having the support of your climbing buddies during dark times. I e-mailed a couple of my buddies and let them know I was having a rough time, and they rose to the occasion with encouragement and a gentle, motivational, swift kick in the butt, which was much-needed. They understand what it is to be a true climber and not be able to climb. It’s maddening. It sucks the life out of you and makes you doubt that you’ll ever climb again, and it makes you think that you’ll never reach your full potential as a climber when injury strikes and climbing ceases. The thing about my best climbing buddies, though, is that they’ve all been there. They’ve had climbing taken away from them due to one injury or another, some very serious, and do you know what they’re doing now? Climbing, of course! It’s in their blood, it’s in their soul, it’s in their constitution as human beings, as it is in mine. This is a tough time for me. There’s no doubt about that. I have a doctor who cares and my climbing buddies to take care of me, near or far, though, and I’m extremely grateful for each and every one of them! Thank you, my friends, for being there for me!
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.