a first for me.
We have been climbing at an indoor wall the last few months with the kids, and it has quickly become one of our new favorite ways to spend time as a family. It's something we can all do together, it's a great way to be active in the winter, and I have found it to be an excellent workout for my (lack of) upper body.
When we went south last week, we spent a day climbing in Snow Canyon. I had been looking forward to it all week and as I stepped into the harness my nerves started to flutter.....deeeeeep breathe.
I could do it....right? I'd watched Ali scurry right up like it was nothing, so it couldn't be too scary....could it? I put my trust in my husband that he wouldn't drop me (I think??!!) and started up the massive wall in front of me.
Up up, all good.....up up....peeking down......ohhh. down.
It's so far DOWN! eeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa. ooooo. down.
I wanted down, yes. That sounded good. Let's go down.
But guess what.....that loving husband of mine wouldn't let me down. nope.
So I had to keep going......up. Without looking down to the millions of feet I could have fallen....I kept going up.
And I loved it.
So I went up some more. and some more.
And then I came dowwwwwwwnnn and did it all again.
It was quite the feeling being up on that sunset colored rock, learning to trust myself, and how to move up and across it's nooks and crannies, as I was careful and took my time.
When can we do this again?