Past Hobbies

There must be a message in here somewhere.

A week ago Sunday, we attended a pre-Thanksgiving dinner celebration hosted by a new friend from my PYS yoga program. Many of her friends that we met at the dinner are connected by a common activity: rock climbing. The only difference is that they still do it on a very regular (at least once a week) basis and they all have memberships to the local climbing gym. One person had pictures on his phone of their most recent trip to Waco, TX. Much of it was bouldering.

On Thanksgiving, we were talking to another new friend about his emerging rock climbing hobby. He told us of how he is just starting to purchase some gear and is thinking about joining the gym close to where he works. We also talked about how there is a new gym opening soon about 1 mile from our neighborhood. (The friend lives about 4 blocks away) . And then we were like, we should make a date to go climbing! Wouldn't that be fun?

With all of this fresh in my head, on Friday, I was walking on a beach north of here in Sonoma and I noticed these rocks...and part of me just really wanted to climb around and see what it would feel like. Grant was off somewhere down the beach taking pictures and I just paused to look at the shape of the wall. Of course, I didn't do anything... for 3 not so good reasons... First, I was wearing chunky sandals. Second, the rock was rough, much much rougher than my yoga mat and I didn't feel like getting any scratches. Third, I let my mind and my self-conscious talk me out of it. But the thought was there and on Saturday, I knew that the thought was in Grant's mind also, because he challenged us to climb up this pile of rocks...