Chad. One of my climbing mentors. I turned around, hearing the familiar voice say, “Hey, Chris.” I gave Chad a big hug, overjoyed to see him after a year away from the climbing gym. He was the first person to show me how to traverse and warm up and train properly at the old gym when I first began climbing five years ago. “Not too many days in a row,” he still warned, “Alternate.” I told him it was so good to see him. “It’s good to be seen,” he replied with a goateed grin. He went on to train in the fitness area and I went about my traversing, careful not to overdo it. So good to see Chad!
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.