Climbing came into my world as an immense inspiration of people, of community, of enjoying to just be outside, bivying under a rock, exploring new places, having gear that works with a backpack that you could travel with. Even if it was a disguised 30kg hand luggage sometimes, but travelable nevertheless. Eventually it actually became a profession, not as an athlete, not determinedly strong enough for that, but as a gear nerd technical developer. This was feeding the nerd even more, combining it with the explorer, always testing new (veryvery uncertified, clearly marked as 'sample, no ppe!') gear outside. Exciting time on a lot of levels! Even if it's not as present anymore as it used to be, and not as life purpose providing as it was at the time, every time I stroll into a boulder field or get to a crag, the body still remembers this prickly sensation of excitement, of static tension, of slow and beautiful moves, of cruising up a route, of feeling stroooong. Okay, sometimes very weak and heavy as well, but hey, that's part of the game!
