Met Jessica and Patti then warmed up and announced my intention at the front desk so that a staff member would come over.
I did my little self-talking and breathing but I also knew there was no way to totally get rid of the nervousness.
Patti and I did safety checks then I announced that I was climbing.
It's almost impressive the way I fumble the first clip.
I totally blow past the second clip which I didn't even realize until I was told.
I forget that a climber is bouldering i.e. unprotected until you get the rope in the second precious clip. I go back to clip in the second one, don't realize that I've misstepped and slam into the rubbery floor before I know it.
Jessica, Patti and Trisha want to know if I'm okay -- if I need water etc. Patti, who was shaken up, asked me how my head felt. It happened so fast that I couldn't really assess the impact but I feel like my back took the brunt of it.
I took a few minutes to gather myself and got back up on the wall but, by then, the adrenaline was overflowing and not in my favor. Paranoid Troglodyte, which I've climbed numerous time, became foreign to me. I think I got out of sequence too. Let's just say that I didn't get my lead climbing tag.
Everyone was very supportive including Trisha, a staff member at the gym. She said I did well on my clipping and that's one of the hardest things to get down.
I just wanted to walk away so that I could cry. Since I've started CrossFit training, I've been emotional as all get out so it doesn't take much to turn on the waterworks right now. I checked my body and wondered why my arm was stinging. I got a little two inch rope burn as a souvenir...
Jessica, Patti and I packed up and headed out to the new gym to meet Leah and Mike for more climbing. I thought about taking a detour to go home and lick my wound but felt it was important to get right back on the wall. Otherwise...
When Leah read Mind Over...Paranoid Troglodyte, she sent me this poem:
To backclip or not to backclip: That is the questionI think Leah was inspired to write more poetry today...
Whether 'tis nobler in mind to suffer
The slings and verbal arrows of Patti
Or to take slings and ropes against a sea of clips
And by clipping in to end the teasing....
To grunt and sweat under weary arms
The pangs of leading cleanly
That she herself might succeed
To wear a yellow tag named "Lead"
Wearing new shoes for my test might not have been the best idea.
Like this picture of Jessica in the bouldering area. Looks like she has her hand in a cookie jar.