You know what excites me, the impending long weekend.
And don’t worry! There will still be a Woah! update to greet you on friday, even though it’s a public holiday.
What are you getting up to over the long weekend? A holiday? Relaxation? Activities?
You know what I haven’t done in next to forever (and it’ll probably stay that way)….rock climbing. You see, I’m scared of heights, and years ago I joined Venturers which is like the more grown up/teenage version of scouts. Now the people there had been there since they were babies, going through the full ranks from cubs through keas and scouts, so they had been accustomed throughout their lives to going bush and taking on the more extreme side of life. There were regular bouts of kayaking, shooting and absailing. They grew up not being afraid.
So when I jumped on board in my teenage years I didn’t know what to expect, they took me rock climbing. Nothing too hard core, just an indoor set up with all the cables and pulleys, completely safe. Oh man I panicked.
I’m a short person, short people are comfortable closer to the ground, that’s where we live. Toss me 20 meters into the air and I’ll be experiencing a significant amount of discomfort.
So there I was, halfway up and exceptionally high wall, and I looked down. What a doofus.
You don’t do that. If you take away anything from this lesson – be it that. Never look down.
So I’m halfway to heaven, and I’m looking down. And my heart stops, all of a sudden I’m finding it hard to breathe, my eyes start watering. One half of my brain is saying “You’re fine, you’re safe” the other “You’re going to die, there’s no way out”. I knew which one made sense but oh the other one was so loud. I stopped in my tracks for a long long time. Stuck. Too scared to move in any direction.
To be honest I got down eventually, but I did have seriously red eyes and wet cheeks and needed a sit down and a cuddle.
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