This month marks 10 years that I have been climbing. During that time, this sport has redefined my life in monumental ways on more than one occasion. Ten years later, I get to stand next to my friends and help redefine the sport itself.
Thank you to @climbers_ofcolor and @outclimbnola for your incredible work in creating spaces, welcoming comfort, and building confidence for traditionally excluded folx.
Still having to climb alone a lot on Mondays - tonight I decided to auto belay rather than boulder alone, so at least I was closer to home! Autobelays aren't great for projecting routes because you can't take, unless of course you're stuck at the start like me 🤦 Here I am fumbling around with a mono I eventually realised I didn't need, and getting my feet confused on a corner climb - one of my 5 worst climbing styles. So glad I got it eventually! I was only at the gym for a bit over an hour, but if there's one thing that autobelays are good for, it's building stamina! You have nobody to belay, so no organised rests! Pumped 💪
Spending the next three days in Coniston, for a some well earned time away, after a busy term.
Feels so good to be back up in the mountains in the Lake District. This place is especially special to me as it's the place were girls can climb mountains was created. GCCM is a part of me that keeps me pure.
Today we even got a bucket list tick, walking up to Levers Water battered by Storm Dennis. So always remember that in these wild weathers you can conquer any mountain.
Always #believeyoucan #lakedistrict #GCCM #girlswhoclimb #girlscanclimbmountains #gccmontour
Meet Jess (@dharmarat). We asked her to share about climbing. Here is Part I.
I want to avoid cliches, but climbing has absolutely changed my life and I’m gonna spend my last breath ranting about it.
I started climbing in a gym because I was depressed. Like, unable-to-get-out-of-bed-depressed. Drinking-a-bottle-of-nyquil-an-afternoon depressed. Quit-my-job-and-got-ready-to-die depressed. I’m saying it was serious.
My dad cried when he visited me for Christmas, called my landlord and broke my lease for me, packed up my studio and drove me to California so he could pay for my therapy and keep an eye on me. As I sat crumpled in the back of his car I peeked out the window and saw a billboard advertising a climbing gym just two miles from his house. I figured between therapy sessions and sleeping all the time I might as well try to exercise. I just wanted to lose my alcohol-abuse weight; I had no aspirations to climb outside, to lead anything, to make any real friends climbing, or to make a living from the outdoor industry. Alas.
What started as a distraction from suicidal ideation quickly morphed into an obsession; I loved the way my body felt on a rock wall. I met a group of women who took it upon themselves to invite me everywhere with them, be it top-roping at Stoney Point or hiking Mt Baldy. Suddenly I was setting my alarm and eagerly awaiting early morning drives to Holcomb, Joshua Tree, Tahquitz, etc. I felt like I was falling in love. I loved the way campfires smelled, and I loved cooking on tiny camp stoves and pointing out constellations with my new friends.”
Sometimes I don't fall! 🤷🏻♀️
I've been stuck in a plateau for the longest time, and some days it actually feels like I'm regressing. But, I still have fun and still try hard and that's what matters💪🏻💃🏻
My life has been in constant movement since the end of October.
Work trips, climbing trips, family visits. I’ve spent maybe a week at home each month. I have gotten to experience many amazing places, but honestly I am so psyched to get to spend three weeks at home to rest, recenter, and motivate.
For the first time in my life I am going to do some structured training with @g4srebel as my sensei. Set alarms. Give myself structure.
If you’re in Bend and I haven’t seen you in awhile, I’m sorry! Let’s hang out soon. 📸: @now_climbing