Kind of like getting back on the horse after you fall off, but this was a big boulder. In August, I finally got back up on a boulder outside since breaking my ankle two years before that. It definitely helped to be climbing with good friends that I knew could at least get me out if I broke my ankle again (one was with me during the accident when I originally broke my ankle and helped get me off the side of the mountain). I have to admit that I was shaking before I even touched the rock and once I got near the top was scared to death. But hey, I survived to tell the tale with no more than a few scratches so I would call this a success.
(with bouldering there are always lots of ass shots)
It was also nice to have Zach there. We don't go bouldering outdoors together much and I was amazed to see his improvement even though I don't ever see him on our rock wall at home. Maybe that's what he's doing while I linger in bed in the mornings. Either way, this was a HUGE confidence booster for me and makes me excited to get outdoors more, but that will now have to wait until next year as there's snow already on the ground here.
