I checked into the climbing gym for the first time in several weeks this afternoon. It was hard. I’m not sure why it was so hard, but I think it was a mental health perspective problem. I should’ve been here instead of at the hospital in the inpatient psychiatric ward, but I needed help and climbing wasn’t possible at that time. I get my cast off in exactly one week and then the rest of the story will be revealed by the x-rays. I have a strong body and a strong feeling that I am healing from this injury due to the pain and all of the prayers that have been offered for me and by me. My MyClimb Challenge goals are trashed, but there will be future challenges to crush some goals once I’m rehabilitated from this injury. I will climb again. Period.
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.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 