So I visited the Portland Climbing Gym. It was stinky. Smelled like old mats and climbing walls coated with chalk and sweat....perfect! I got a year's membership.
Since I'm up here alone and don't have a climbing partner (yet), I'm on the bouldering wall. I'd always noticed the people who preferred bouldering either climbing alone or just sitting. Resting. Watching other climbers. I'd always wondered if they wanted company.
So that was me today. I wasn't in the mood for company so I did what they did. Climbed some. Rested. Climbed some more. Watched other climbers. It was really nice to be surrounded by people of like mind.
I love climbers. Sleek, lean bodies. Rippling muscles. You see lots of tattoes. No makeup. Hair tied back in a practical fasion. People are just there to push themselves to the next level...harder, stronger, be better...better, not better than the next person but better than yourself.
Hehehe. The other thing that was nice about this was the CARS in the parking lot. That's right. The cars. There's a lot of Fords up here. Everywhere you look...ford ford ford. Maybe there's a plant up here or something. I almost never see BMW's, no Lexuses (Lexi?) or mini's or lotus or refurbished old cars or anything odd or with strange colors or lewd spoilers.
But in the parking lot of the climbing gym there were VW's and Jeeps. Ahhh...the signs of my kinda people.
My climbing is awful. I didn't bring my chalk so my hands were slippery. I had to quit a few routes that I could have done normally but just couldn't keep my grip. I was shaking cause I was nervous...new place, new people, new route setting styles. And I haven't climbed in over 2 months...outta practice. Three routes and my arms started to turn into concrete. Plus bouldering is just nerve wracking...if I fall can I atleast push off so I don't crack my chin on the way down?
Membership at this gym gets you 2 free climbing classes (do I hear lead climbing, any one?) and free yoga which is offered 4 times a week. I don't particularly care for yoga but it's free and I need something to do. I mean, BESIDES sit around and feel sorry for myself.
Since I'm up here alone and don't have a climbing partner (yet), I'm on the bouldering wall. I'd always noticed the people who preferred bouldering either climbing alone or just sitting. Resting. Watching other climbers. I'd always wondered if they wanted company.
So that was me today. I wasn't in the mood for company so I did what they did. Climbed some. Rested. Climbed some more. Watched other climbers. It was really nice to be surrounded by people of like mind.
I love climbers. Sleek, lean bodies. Rippling muscles. You see lots of tattoes. No makeup. Hair tied back in a practical fasion. People are just there to push themselves to the next level...harder, stronger, be better...better, not better than the next person but better than yourself.
Hehehe. The other thing that was nice about this was the CARS in the parking lot. That's right. The cars. There's a lot of Fords up here. Everywhere you look...ford ford ford. Maybe there's a plant up here or something. I almost never see BMW's, no Lexuses (Lexi?) or mini's or lotus or refurbished old cars or anything odd or with strange colors or lewd spoilers.
But in the parking lot of the climbing gym there were VW's and Jeeps. Ahhh...the signs of my kinda people.
My climbing is awful. I didn't bring my chalk so my hands were slippery. I had to quit a few routes that I could have done normally but just couldn't keep my grip. I was shaking cause I was nervous...new place, new people, new route setting styles. And I haven't climbed in over 2 months...outta practice. Three routes and my arms started to turn into concrete. Plus bouldering is just nerve wracking...if I fall can I atleast push off so I don't crack my chin on the way down?
Membership at this gym gets you 2 free climbing classes (do I hear lead climbing, any one?) and free yoga which is offered 4 times a week. I don't particularly care for yoga but it's free and I need something to do. I mean, BESIDES sit around and feel sorry for myself.