Rock climbing.

I went rock climbing with the Taller Half this afternoon (for the very first time) and I have learned one important thing about myself: i enjoy the ground much more than i enjoy rocks on walls.

It’s kind of nerve-wracking knowing that you are belaying (is that the word?) your partner down the wall, and their safety is in your hands (and in my case, incredibly sweaty hands).

The Taller Half seemed to really dig rock climbing, and I can imagine it to be a new hobby of his, but I can’t stand it. The combination of my poor dexterity, my sweaty palms and my fear of heights make this sport the worst sport ever. Thank God for my Chaturunga’s, though, I was surprised with my upper body strength.

I’m glad I was able to try it out, though, just to say I did. And to finally put that “potential hobby” to rest.