So here’s a little more about me and my climbing life.
I was born to an old school climber who was part of the dirtbag community of the late 70’s and 80’s. I grew up with a bouldering wall in my basement, and my sister was taken to the gym in her baby basket. I was old enough to watch the evolution of the climbing world; dirtbags and diehards being the ones who roped up in the gyms to the sport becoming more mainstream. Gyms slowing filling with birthday parties and auto-belays. Due to relocation, I wasn’t able to climb regularly when I was in middle school and high school so I tried a variety of other sports. None of them really took. I was never captivated enough to push myself to get better. I came back to Minnesota for college. The only downfall of my school was its lack of climbing wall and location to any climbing. So even though I’ve been around the climbing world my entire life, I’m not some 5.14 crusher. Not even close, but hey, I’ll get there at some point.
In the fall of 2016, I started seriously training six days a week. A part of myself that had been buried all those years resurfaced and I knew the path I wanted my life to take (one very different from what it was on the track to become). My life turned upside down. After some travels, I came back to the U.S. and decided to live the van life. On December 27th, I attempted a move out to Joshua Tree, CA to spend the winter season climbing. On my way through Denver, I was clipped by a semi and sunk a ton of my money into fixing my brand new (to me) minivan which made staying out there long enough to find a job and apartment impossible. I decided to stay a month in Jtree then head back to Minnesota where I already had a bed and job prospects. But, bad weather sent me on my way after a week to St. George where unexpected snow made me give up and head home early, again. Now I’m back to Minnesota winter (except that it’s a rare 62 degrees as I type this), and spending my mornings training in my home gym. Even though my first solo move/road trip/climbing trip was almost an entire disaster, I’m climbing all the time and that’s what’s most important to me right now.
Here are some things I’m working on right now in my training:
- My open hand strength (I’m falling off those sloppers like they’re oiled or something)
- My mental game. My childhood climbing experiences were riddled with fear. As an adult, when I get hard on myself and doubt my ability and judge my performance off the pros the fear comes back. I’m not going to settle for climbing 5.12 or 5.13 or any grade higher. I want to push myself to climb the hardest, and that’s why I need to work on celebrating where I’m at now.
- Clipping into quickdraws. Man I waste so much strength and time sucking at this.
Besides climbing and work, my life is filled with writing, reading, my guitar, Netflix, trying new recipes (no they don’t always turn out. Ask me about the time my cake leaked in the fridge. Yes, leaked. I didn’t know cakes did that either.), and overthinking my climbing when I’m not climbing. I have a lot to learn and a long way to go, but thank you for joining me for the ride.
Go crush stone!