Hey take! With an attitude like that, I bet you say 'take!' a lot eh?
I wish I lived in a climbing gym. Gym climbing is really the last frontier; the one place where finally, ones performance isn't determined by skill or boldness, but by pure strength. I love it!
First off, I would like to mention that I have done quite a few rockclimbs. From the 'rings every x metres' style that you mentoned, right through to very dangerous affairs, where I wished I was back in the gym. That's what you wanted to hear, right?
Well, first to your example. It sounds like your girl, (I'm presuming she's five foot), should try some easier climbs, as it sounds like she's having trouble clipping the crux bolts. Maybe time for something easier eh?
Ok, I've made my point, you are a creampuff Victorian. I know you love to classify us as gym loving losers, but in actual fact, I've lived in Victoria, and Victorian climbers spend far more time in the gym than anyone! Your crappy weather forces climbers to spend their time in seedy hardrock, everyone bitching about the weather, and telling each other how much they would be sending if they were in the gramps, and in sunshine. Meanwhile, everyone without a negative hang-up is getting out there, climbing stuff, having fun, and making friends.
I don't want to turn this into a nsw v's vic slinging match, as I have a lot of Victorian friends. Just spelling out the truths =)
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