I can finally say that I've started to climb! I was close on stating this last Friday, after my first climbing experience, but "friends" kept pointing out that I had only climbed once. What do they know? But now I've got the membership card and everything! Today I'm off to get some equipment and I'm feeling manlier by the second.
When registering my membership the girl at the entrance desk pulled a fast on me when she held up a little round ball and told me to look at the black spot. I did and then she went back to punching in my information on the computer and ten seconds later she gave me my membership card. Which had my picture on it! Normally I wouldn't have cared how I looked, but this was the exception. I had just come in from the freezing cold so my nose and cheeks were bright red and my hair looked absolutely fabulous as it had been mashed to nice little ball which resembled a little Indian teepee. But the best part is my squinting when I really really concentrated to see what the little black spot was. I'm glad I don't have to show it to anyone.
When we started climbing i quickly noticed some similarities between me and my childhood hero Spider-man such as our excellent physiques and heroic stature . This is a bit of topic but for almost a whole year when I was little I either had a Spider-man or Superman costume underneath my clothes. Just in case..
The only real difference between when I climb and Spider-man climbs are; Even though I sometimes believe that I do, Spider-man has super strength and I would just like to have super strength (mine is beyond most mortal men but not just "super", not yet). Spider-man's hands seem to somehow stick to whatever surface he touches while mine seem to loose grip on even some of the largest grips. Spider-man does not seem to suffer from vertigo while I concentrate to never look down while climbing. But still.. Give me a month and Spider-flan will bite the dust if he tries anything.
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