We tried to go climbing outside at Cathole Pass today. Or, more precisely, I tried. Alisa and The Jeff succeeded.
Me? Well, I tried two 5.6s. I was too much of a sissy to even get on the first one--okay, I'm too hard on myself: I got on it. The second move? Not so much.
The second one, I got maybe forty feet up and hit a bit of an overlap and a smooth patch and was like, game over, dood.
Yeah, I suck.
I hate climbing outside. Hate. Cold sweats, full-body tremors, clinical panic reaction.
I made 3/4 of a 5.6 though, before I got too scared to keep going.
Yes, I suck.
I have the sudden urge to lock myself in my apartment for a week and slam Farscape.