Some Good Exercise

Last night DS, K and I hit the climbing gym in style. Well, by that I mean we went.

Since I'm not quite so into climbing as DS, I knew there was no way I would want to do the trade off thing. (That's where you can set climbs in the gym in return for free visits.) I have better things to do than set routes. I guess K does too. So, we dropped some mad cash and bought our memberships like normal people.

Okay, maybe normal people don't climb at least once a week, but you know what I mean.

I originally got into climbing because of DS. Initially, I refused. I'm somewhat afraid of heights, and his calloused hands did not look promising. So instead, my first few trips to Devil's Lake were for hiking, something I got into in undergrad.

At some point, my curiosity overcame my uneasiness. I decided I'd at least try. It's not a cardio sport, which is a big plus with my asthma. I liked climbing the jungle gym as a kid, and grew up being the smallest cheerleader, which almost inevitably meant I spent a large portion of my cheering career up in the air. It had also been since cheerleading that I had done any real regular exercising. So.. I thought, "what the hell?", and decided to go with my, "I'll try just about anything once" policy.

End result, I like it. I enjoy thinking out the moves. I enjoy the challenge of the leveled rating system. I enjoy the feeling of accomplishment when I conquer said challenge. Do I want to climb as much as DS? No way. I think he's crazy. Once a week is plenty for me. But it's an enjoyable once a week indeed.