Tomorrow morning I will be climbing with a group from the YMCA to Glacier Basin. Glacier Basin isn't much of a climb. This trip is mostly to get accustomed to using mountain climbing gear. We won't be climbing up Rainier, so this should be pretty safe. And I don't ever really become afraid of external things, like flying or falling (well, with some exceptions). Nevertheless, it's hard not to get a little spooked about these kinds of things.
I signed up for this class for a few reasons:
- I was getting into a rut. This is different than anything I've ever done before.
- It was a physical activity. I wanted to get in better shape and stop being so much of a couch potato.
- I wanted something to talk about with friends and potential mates. It's somewhat the same idea as getting into a rut. I go to work weekdays. I go dancing on weekends. I talk to people at the club, mostly about work or what I did out at the club the previous week. I will be able to talk about climbing a mountain, looking out over the landscape, sleeping in a sleeping bag in the cold, pitching a tent, tying ropes, etc. etc. etc.
Mountain climbing will not be a walk in the park. I personally think that this will be the most difficult task I have undertaken in a long time. I may not be any good at it. I may not have the strength. I may not be able to deal with the cold. I may not have the skills. I may simply get altitude sickness. For the first time in a long time, I am not 100% confident that I can accomplish something that I have set out to do. Every other goal that I have set for myself in the last 10 years, I knew that I could perform if I focused. My best may not be enough this time.
Which will make this all the sweeter if, in fact, I take to this like a trout does to water.