Last night I went climbing for the first time in a long time. Lately I’ve just been bouldering a lot because Jesse injured his hand, but last night I met up with some folks at the gym, donned my harness, and tied into the ropes. It was rejuvenating. There’s a 5.12b that’s been consistently punching me in the face. By the halfway point my fingers really want to fall off a little bit. After two or three falls, I can eventually reach the top at which point my patient belayer lowers my limp limbs to the floor. Unfortunately, every time I get down from that route, beaten, bleeding, and broken, some teenager old runs over, clips in, and skirts up it like it was a staircase.
I hate teenagers*.
*all teen mikedidonato.com readers excluded
Grandpa D
truth! haha