obsession..

If you know me at all you know that I love rock climbing. My best friend in high school, Weston (who gets off his mission Dec. 8), would always invite me to go but I was afraid of heights and honestly, did not want to look stupid. After he kept bugging me to go over and over, I finally gave in and went. I was so scared while I was on the wall. I did not trust the rope to hold me, I didn't trust my belayer, and I did not trust myself. Weston was so good and kept encouraging me to keep going just a little further. When my feet were safely back on the ground, I realized that I loved it and I wanted to get back up and do it again.
Slowly but surely I began to trust the equipment and my belayer. It is an amazing feeling to put your life in someone else's hands. i began to go a lot. I eventually got my own rock climbing gear, although I didn't use it much at first. I was really big into bouldering since you didn't go very high off the ground and fell onto a nice squishy pad.
Fast forward to my freshman year of college here at BYU-I. I didn't know anyone going to school, but wanted to continue rock climbing... So at the first stake activity I found some people who climbed and went with them. Rock climbing has introduced me to so many amazing people. It has become somewhat of an obsession for me while I am at school. There is nothing like being scared (legitimately, not like scary spider scared, but like I am going to die scared) and having to push that to the back of your mind and regain control over your body, and push yourself to make the next move. I am so grateful to Weston for forcing me to go with him all those years ago, and to every person who is willing to go with me, or even talk about rock climbing. I do have something embarrassing to admit... whenever I go climbing, think about climbing, or watch climbing, my hands start to sweat uncontrollably. It is a problem but don't judge:)