Saturday, December 1, 2007

I Think My Oversized Ego Can Handle It

Claire and I went out to eat with some great friends last night...has some amazing french fries (it seemed like they were all crunchy and golden), good pot stickers, and a pretty sweet little Thai Ahi Salad...mmmm I love me some food.

Afterward, we headed over to Dick's sporting goods to get some running pants. While there, we spent a bit of time checking out their indoor climbing wall. We checked it out enough to actually give it a shot.

There are 3 levels of climbing, all based on difficulty. #1 is fairly easy, straight, and with good holds...#2 is awkward because at one point you have to jump off the bottom and swing up to the top. A "jump" that requires a pull-up of some sort...#3 is fairly straight, but the difficulty comes in the smaller hand/feet holds.

Claire decided to start with #1 and me, being the climbing expert with hands and feet that were made for climbing (do they make XXL gloves and size 14 climbing shoes?), decided to hit up #2.

My lovely compatriot killed some sort of spider monkey hyped up on Mountain Dew, she scaled that wall, hit the buzzer and triumphantly repelled down. I attacked #2 like a bat out of hell, cruising past the jump/pull-up portion and motoring towards the top. Sure, I got about 2/3rds of the way done and it felt like my forearms were being torn from my body, but I was determined. It was also about this time that I realized that I had forgotten to breathe. Now I had to hyperventilate to get any air. I got lightheaded, dizzy, and overly tired. How in the world did I forget to breathe? What does that say about the brilliance I think I posses?

Anyway, I ended up making did take a little longer than I thought. They had to cart oxygen tanks up to me and I had to stop for a snack (Ho-ho's and a Dr. Pepper), but I made it, repelled down, and hi-fived the staff. I am, after all, a man of accomplishment...

Then Claire said she wanted to go again...#2 this time. After a slow start and a little bit of trouble with the jump/pull-up part, she looked like a lioness stalking her prey. Of course she made it...of course it was faster than me... Did I mention that it was her second climb of the night? (Of course, she is dating a ninja and those skills have worn off!)

Next time we might try level 3 and see how we do. In the meantime, I have to stop typing because my forearms are burning like fire.


Wonderful World of Weiners said...

I've heard spider monkeys hyped up on Mountain Dew are as bad as dachshunds doing tequila shots.... not that I condone my wiener dogs drinking - but when I'm asleep, who knows what they do?

Glad I found your blog!


Scarlett Wanna Be said...

I would love to do rock climbing!!! Right now, however, I am working on getting my toe-touches back to high school cheerleading levels so maybe after that I'll be able to, right now, my butt hurts. Getting old stinks.

Bogart in P Towne said...

As a fan of both dachshunds and tequila, I would be very fascinated to see that mix!