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.
