I didn’t want to get out bed. I awoke, remembered the 10-12 mile run that coach had scheduled for me, but still would not budge from my spot. I wasn’t tired. I didn’t want to do anything at all…not run, not even party.
But it was sweet Alissa’s (my niece) Birthday party and the children were all looking forward to a day of rock climbing. Who was I to lay in bed and keep them from their fun? I didn’t run, but we did travel to my sister’s city for the Birthday Bash.
The party was at an indoor rock climbing place where everyone was fitted with harnesses and the adults learned the balle technique to keep the climbers safe.
I took the task seriously and practice the knot carefully and studied the instruction with all of my attention. Still, I had no idea how much I would be in the situation of doing the balle rather than climbing.
When my sister, Linda, was getting checked off by the instructor on her balle technique, it was my turn on the rocks. I figured that I would go about half of the way up for her to demonstrate her skill. This would allow me to ease into the fear of the height.
Well, so much for assuming anything. You know what they say about when you “ASSume” anything. About the time when I hit my height limit, Carlos, my brother-in-law hollers up to me to keep on going. I politely say that I’ve gone high enough for my first minute on the wall.