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Okay. So I alluded to the fact I did something crazy this past weekend. And that crazy thing was rock climbing. Indoors though. You won’t find me hanging off boulder anytime soon.#Duh.
So a little fun fact about me is that I am absolutely, 100% afraid of heights. Spoiler alert… on my first climb I was shaking like a leaf about 5 feet off the ground.
A long time ago, my boyfriend and I were talking about what fun, active activities we can do on the weekend. While I do love me a good Netflix binge every now and then, I do get a little antsy, especially if it’s nice out. #HighMaintenance
My boyfriend mentioned that he used to go rock climbing with friends in college and thought it was a ton of fun. Now to be honest, I think I’ve been once before in my life… and that was in likeeee 4th grade. At a birthday party. Where I’m sure I just wandered around, didn’t pay attention, and successfully avoided spending any time “climbing”. Well… we checked out this rock climbing gym in Fairfield and it was AWESOME!
The place was huge… there were a bazillion climbing walls (an accurate count… I never exaggerate). And they were all labeled and color coded for level of difficulty (I’m not sure if that’s everywhere or just this gym, but the Type-A girl in me LOVED this).
We showed up at the gym on Saturday and completed an hour training course which allowed BF and I the ability to get certified to belay each other. Which is pretty cool because now when we go, we don’t need to climb with an instructor.
We learned everything from tying knots, to the specific type of belay device we use, and even attempted to learn the official commands… It was a lot more fun than I anticipated. During my first climb I was sweating profusely. Not due to difficultly or physical exertion but primarily because I was scared s#!tless at how high up I was. But fun fact – I made it all the way to the top (on the easiest level climb but that’s neither here nor there…).
We climbed this. We climbed that. And after about two hours passing we called it a day. Mainly because as soon as we started climbing back up the wall our muscles kindly let us know “this ain’t happening” and could no longer hold my own body weight.
We went back Sunday and officially passed our belay certification. Needless to say we are totally addicted. We left on Sunday and already agreed to try to get back there next weekend. It was a phenomenal workout and to be honest, I’m starting to feel the soreness two days later.
I’m so excited that we went and found something that we can do year round. Especially in the winter when it’s too cold to explore outside, I have a feeling I will be a frequent flyer. And maybe I’ll be a professional rock climber with my own Netflix documentary before we know it. HA.
I’m really happy I went outside my comfort zone to try something new. I’m still scared of heights, but a lot less hesitant at climbing up the wall. Especially now that I know my boyfriend won’t let me plummet to my death…. #Dramatic.
What was the last thing you tried that scared you?
Are you afraid of heights?
Have you ever been rock climbing?