16 Mon, 2011 § 1 Comment
I thought I was a boulderer. Does this really make sense?
[Binou’s Crack, Indian Creek, by David Finch]
I like the short, intense aspect of bouldering, so anything on a rope starts to feel long & never-ending rather quickly. I can’t help myself though. Recently, I have fallen for the challenge of overcoming my fear of trad leading.
It is difficult to put into words the satisfaction & confidence (& delirious excitement) gained when placing my own gear into the cracks, nurturing trust in my ability & coaxing my body to climb above these placements, pushing myself the entire length of the crag.
For me, trad (short for traditional) climbing is a head game.
The routes I touch when leading trad are not physically limiting to me. I choose grades completely within my abilities. Each move is well within my range. I know I can do it, but often, I won’t allow myself to know it. I let fear kick me off the wall.
The urge to retreat is strong — I want to give up & lower to the ground — as the “what ifs” & “I can’ts” echo in my head. When I climb on, through this fear, I learn something about myself I get to take off the wall & carry with me:
I am stronger than I think I am. I am capable of much more than I give myself credit. I do not have to live in fear or stress. I do not give up.
You don’t have to climb mountains (though you might like it if you try), but I challenge you to find something that is hard, something you have to work for, & push yourself. It shouldn’t necessarily be physically limiting but mentally challenging.
In those moments we push through the constraints of our minds, when we go beyond what we previously thought we were capable of doing, we are liberated & rewarded with a glimpse of our true selves.
There is only room to grow, only room to expand, so stop limiting yourself.
How do you push the bounds of your mind’s self-imposed limitations?