Rock Climbing.

I was in denial for such a long time.

Not unlike all the other good things that have come my way.
Take vegetables, rest days, family and all the other aspects of my life I denied myself the pleasure of just enjoying for so long.

But climbing really has taken over my life.

I am lying here, looking at a blue sky and feeling the rush of warm ?march? air rush my face as a freight train cuts its path through my neighboorhood. I call it my neighborhood because i think I am there more than I am home right now.
I just finished an 8 hour day of teaching kids to climb and all i can think about is how amazing the session will be tonight. Back in I go.


It began innocently enough.
I am good at it and I realized that when I was 11 years old.
A gymnastics bred child, slightly underweight shows up at camp with no fear for heights and enthusiasm for strong, dangling, flexible moves. I did not hurt that, as a lightweight, I was easily hoisted up the wall in competitions and races. I was quickly dubbed the designated climbing member of any team.

But through the past 11 years I have still been unable to fully accept and appreciate what climbing has offered me. It is the lifestyle, the mindset, the physical power and the accomplishment and the friends that I have yet to find anywhere else, and yet I am still watching myself skirt a headfirst dive in, telling myself there is something better out there for me.

But when I think that my favorite place on earth is a mountain in Alabama.

My best job I have ever done was as a volunteer president at a climbing gym.


My post grad adventure was a road-trip to all the main climbing spots in NA.

The first time i smiled in Canmore this summer was in the Vsion.

And that quite frankly I am currently working, STAYING in toronto just to continue and progress a community I respect more than I know.



well I'll be damned.
Maybe its time i woke up and smelled the sweaty chalk balls and bad foot odour.