Lately I’ve been doing a bit of rock climbing. It’s been pretty wild. I think what makes me enjoy it so much is that it’s a pleasant blend of physical ability and strategy; as oftentimes you need to move your arms and legs in specific sequences to most easily climb the wall. My bud Jesse and I have been going weekly for the past few months, occasionally joined by others, and we’ve come to recognize a few regulars around the gym.
There’s Tall-Lanky-Old-Guy whose go-go-gadget reach seems a little unfair
there’s Tiny-Foreign-Short-Haired-Girl who climbs 5.11 (very very difficult) walls, but probably only weighs 6 or 7 lbs
and then there’s No-Shirt-Boy
Two oddities about no-shirt-boy.
1. I’ve never actually seen him climb anything at the gym, I’ve only seen him stroll around without a shirt
2. You’d think that being the only person in the gym without a shirt, that he’d be in great shape. Such is not the case. he’s kind of frail looking.
I don’t look down on no-shirt boy, I just don’t understand his rock climbing mantra.