Friday night George and I drove down to NC to visit Mike, Katie and George's little brother Peter at Mike's Lake house in at Lake Lure. The plan was to go climbing the next day in Linville Gorge, and play with the boat that evening. Plans, however, fail. We woke up late, got lost in the car, and got lost on the trail. The hike was amazingly beautiful, almost worth the trek through the thorns. We finally found the trail and decided to call it a day, go home, and try tomorrow. Back at the lake - tubing, bailing, and a headache were on the agenda. Dinner was awesome, as were Mike's margaritas. Tomorrow came, and George, Peter and I woke up at 6:30, but Mike and Katie did not, sleeping through the noise of breakfast, and causing the three of us to abandon ship and sink back into slumber. 9:30 dawns... One movie later we leave for a closer crag. The walk in is alright, but I'm already tired from the day before and the semi-early morning. Get to the first climb (5.8) to find the first move is about 6 inches higher than my comfort zone. I step in a hole, twist my ankle and give up. Climbed a 5.5 later after the throbbing stopped and my ego healed a bit. Walked back out and went back to the house to pack and leave. Not before jumping off the 20 foot dock a few times though. That was fun.
Here lies the struggle: Climbing outside - I have NO confidence doing it and I'm tired of being the sucky one. Makes me wanna quit. Haven't decided yet though. Was so looking forward to having a good trip and failed. Not sure I wanna take another hit like that. More interested in a hobby that will boost my confidence, not kill it. Sara suggested earlier that my anxiety might be coming from an outside source - heaven knows I have had enough personal turmoil lately. Not sure. Just know that climbing has been my respite this past year and I owe alot of my sanity to it. Maybe learning to overcome this problem will translate to other areas of my life. Constantly learning how to push myself forward could be a good thing.
Pics of the amazing hike to
Here lies the struggle: Climbing outside - I have NO confidence doing it and I'm tired of being the sucky one. Makes me wanna quit. Haven't decided yet though. Was so looking forward to having a good trip and failed. Not sure I wanna take another hit like that. More interested in a hobby that will boost my confidence, not kill it. Sara suggested earlier that my anxiety might be coming from an outside source - heaven knows I have had enough personal turmoil lately. Not sure. Just know that climbing has been my respite this past year and I owe alot of my sanity to it. Maybe learning to overcome this problem will translate to other areas of my life. Constantly learning how to push myself forward could be a good thing.
Pics of the amazing hike to
