I love to climb. That’s no secret to anyone who knows me (and to those who scarcely know me at all). More than I love climbing, I love sharing the vertical magic with others. The spaces between thoughts are never more defined than when every muscle, every nerve, every joint is singing together, upward.
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A story in 55 words. For more brevity and wit, go see G-Man.
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That looks like so much fun. I would love to try, but my body is so beat up now, I don't know if I could do it. Bad hands. Bad Shoulder. Should I stay off the rocks?
How'd she get so tall so fast!?!
Your hair looks much more red in this pic than the others. Looks nice!
lots of fun and great that you are passing it on to yet another generation...perhaps something you can love together nice 55!
MM: Well... I dunno. Seven years ago, I was in an accident that left me with a fractured pelvis, crushed sacro-iliac joint (sciatic) and temporary paralysis in my lower body. I was in a wheelchair for several months and told that I'd never lift weights or hike again.
I've had both clavicles fractured and separated, one femur crushed/fractured and too many more medical snafus to list.
It just depends on how much life you want to enjoy- the pain exists whether I'm sitting in a chair or rappelling off a 2,000 ft. granite cliff. The nerve pain is actually less heinous when I'm super active. Go figure.
My vote? You can always try. Life demands that we shift, grow, change, evolve... might as well go vertical while you're at it. *grins*
Snowcatcher: it is pretty darn orange. red. somethin'. And I kinda like it, actually. Thanks!
Brian: we do, we do love it. She's totally psyched on climbing.
I like the idea of passing on the vertical love here. It certainly makes me think about what I can pass along to my kids. Great 55.
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That's AWESOME, Titanium. As kids we love to climb, and we should never grow out of such exhilaration. Makes me wish I had a mountain or a climbing wall Right Now. Tho I do have a stairs with 14 steps, so that rocks!!
xo
Wow, as to your comment to MM, you have been through (go through) so much. The more super-active you push, the less pain you have? Sorry to hear that.
hugs to you!!
I agree with you Ti - my body was wracked in an accident but the pain is same or less when I am doing what I love. I'm glad you made it thru that sweetie- what would life be without Ti???
Changing Tides
Climbing is NOT for me.
But I appreciate the skill that it takes, and the dedication.
And I appreciate your dedication to the 55 every Friday Ti...
Loved this post.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
I used to love climbing as a kid, now I get dizzy going upstairs...
passionate 55,
that's certainly fun thing to do and pass on ...
Sounds wonderful - but you'll never get me up there! ;)
This is truly fun !!!! great you pass it on and enjoy the bonding meanwhile .. reminds me of my mom making me stand next to her in kitchen at times to learn cooking and to talk to her same time :)
Love how you described the exhileration of climbing as all the elements of the body singing together! Beautiful idea!
Great, and different to everything one usually reads on 55s.
It's so good to love doing things so much!
;)
D.
You're so inspiring. Maybe someday I'll try climbing.
You're a poet even when you're talking climbing. I haven't done a lot of blog visiting this month, and I've missed you. I feel like I've been climbing with my ragged fingertips out of a dark crevasse. It's good to pause here with you.
I've often wondered of climbers: What are they trying to reach? (OR) What are they trying to rise above?
Nice 55 - Keep on climbin'!
Look at her go! If that were me, the shot would be of my back as I faced the wall, my hands on my hips, and my brain sorting out a path.
OMG, how tall she's getting!
You have so much to pass on to Des. Climbing is but just a tiny piece of it. She's a lucky young lady.
Seriously, I would love to do that!
I've been seeing more and more images of indoor climbing lately. It looks like a blast.
Mine's Bumper-to-Bumper Traffic.
Love the phrase "vertical magic". That looks like a lot of fun. Great 55.
Teresa
Love your poem and love even more your tenacious spirit. My younger son took to rock climbing like he was meant to be part of the wall.
Your spirit is astounding --- and inspiriting.
Nice 55er,
Joanny
became a follower of yours today.
Woohooo!! That's the way to go!!
Onward and upward indeed!!
Cool 55!!
Wow! neat!
I could never do that, of course. The gravity is extra bad here in Michigan and I'd never be able to hang on.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it. :)
Nice!
My Friday 55 was posted here yesterday. I'm just now getting around to visiting everyone. :)
Ti: You said it perfectly. I was in an accident in 2006 was told that I would never run again or walk without pain. Rehab took a long time, but here I am running marathons, ultra-marathons, competing at Ironman and doing everything in between.
If we live in the past, we miss out on the future.
I chose to live, not watch life go by.
Hell when I walk around the block my joints are singing. And it's usually something like "Living Dead Girl".
They hate me I tell ya.
But tell me. When did the Short One get so... not short? Holy sheepsh*t!
Don't take this the wrong way: Dang you gots some big calves!
Cows, Dave. Cows. Them are not classified as 'calves', my friend.
And they propel me straight up the side of mountains, so I gots no complaints. Except that when I order leather boots with four inch stiletto heels... I have to order a custom width to accommodate my cows. *ahem*
That's all. At ease.
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