I’ve been climbing on and off since 2006/2007. I stand at 5 feet 7 inches, currently weigh about 155 lbs, and I have a +2 wingspan. Without a doubt, I have to crank pretty hard just to climb at an intermediate level.
As such, it is no secret that I have fallen in and out of love with climbing many times. These bouts of interest and obsession have been punctuated with either unmanageable egotism or injury. Injuries tend to be the most debilitating, both mentally and physically. One of the most difficult was a lower back sprain while the most disappointing was cutting into my own left index finger with a bread knife – yes, a bread knife, and slicing my extensor tendon.
Then, the least surprising of all my injuries, a compression fracture of the left proximal humerus. This injury was not surprising as it had been acquired when a car hit me while I was riding my motorcycle. In this regard, I was extremely lucky that my injuries were not worse and I’m pretty grateful that I have excellent bone density. Thanks Mom.
I’ve been many places Utah, Oregon, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Tennessee, Kentucky, Mexico, Alabama, Nevada and parts of the Caribbean to climb. I love bouldering, a lot.