So today I went wall climbing. I’m talking the hard-core kind of wall climbing where you have no rope.
It was brilliant! We had an experienced friend to coach us, and it wasn’t long before we were climbing our way to the top.
I got one block away from one of our more difficult walls (difficult for beginners) and got stuck. I just could not reach my left leg and my right hand to the places they needed to be. I kept reaching, and even with my two friends at the bottom egging me on, I kept missing. Then I had to remind myself not to keep repeating the same mistake. I had to find a way, I would not give up. And I did it. I reached, and I pushed, and pulled, and I made it. I put both my hands on the top of the climb. I don’t think I have ever felt better then when I hit that block.
So I got stuck on that one, I fell off the walls more times than I can tell you, I have loads of bruises, and my body aches in places I didn’t even know existed.
But right now, I feel awesome. It is so good a person with anxiety to be able to logically find solutions, use my body to fulfil them, and to beat those fucking walls, even if it takes me 4 times.