ioana
in quest for genuine
Thursday, June 19, 2008
At ease on the rock
It finally came! I had a couple of grin weeks when I almost decided to quite climbing. That beautiful ballet you see at the good climbers just seamed so far away, that I felt detached from it. As if it was unattainable for me. I could no longer do even the moves I knew before. This led to that "wonderful" line of feelings one experiences when failing: anger, rejection, fear...

Patience. Breathe, be patient. My fingers hurt! Breathe, be patient. My skin peels! Breathe, in and out. I'm afraid of falling! Hang on, be patient. Damn in, I can't do this move! Breathe, just breathe.

I don't know where the line between being too patient with yourself and pushing yourself too much is. But I stumbled upon it last Saturday. I felt such at ease on the rock. Still gripping too hard, but happy to be there. Still making the wrong moves, but feeling them, feeling the rock, conscious of myself.

Me happy :)