The one with THE BOSS

It was Wednesday; Sally really wanted to go climbing. I tried to resist as I was feeling very lazy and my wrist hasn’t fully recovered, but the force is strong with her. So we did end up going.

She finished her climb, and it was my turn. I was going around the gym looking for an easy 5.10a when I saw a familiar face. On taking a closer look, that did seem like a face I see every week. At work we see it every Thursday during TGIF. It was Larry Page’, for real. In the climbing gym. It was super exciting to see him up so close. He was not climbing though. Someone who was with him was climbing, while a staff member was belaying her. He was watching her climb. At one point Sally tricked me into climbing a 5.10b when we ended up on a trail right next to them. Half way through the climb I got really scared thinking what if the rope breaks and I fall on him. Talk about irrational fears and stuff. And yeah nothing like that happened. Phew!



The climb

On a good day when I think about rock climbing, these lines scroll through my head, almost always.

Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

Now don’t tell me you haven’t heard these lines before. If TV were a god then that would be blasphemy. These lines are from one of the best monologues ever seen on TV. Want a refresher? Here you go

Anyways I am digressing; coming back to the real world, I have been climbing since a few weeks. Its exponentially more fun than going to the gym. Maybe I like it so much because I am new; maybe not. I like it more than running, hiking or horse riding. Not to mention it is much cheaper than the latter. In addition to being fun, it is also exhausting and probably more painful too. I have my hands scratched, legs bruised and shins chipped. Bandaids don’t really help, cause its all the more painful when you try to remove them. But it all seems worth it when you finish the climb.

Not to mention I am not even good at it. In fact I suck. I suck so bad that I failed miserably when I tried to do a new trail in the last two classes. Trail 5.10b. That was a sour grape. A couple nights ago, I went in again. I just got off a phone call; was feeling low, but determined. Then I tried again. I had to take a break on the ropes for probably half a dozen times, and I was loosing my grip before reaching the final rock, again and again, but I somehow managed to crawl my way up till the end. Then I did another one, and this time without any break. Finally, my 6th time rock climbing, 5.10b scaled! Margaret, the one who introduced me to climbing, she did her first 5.11a. That was pretty cool to watch.


Its the green trail


After she did her 5.11a

We went back climbing again last night. I wanted to make sure the last time was not just luck. I struggled, but I finished 3 other 5.10b’s. And Kiran did his 1st 5.10a and 5.10b. That’s two level ups in a night. Way to go buddy.


This time its the blue one


At the end of our climbing night

The next time its time for us to try out some 5.10c’s. Psyched!