I went back to the rock gym yesterday, for the first time since I fell and hurt my ankle. The ankle is mostly back to normal -- still weaker than the other, but good enough that I didn't think I'd hurt it as long as I didn't fall from a height again, and I pointedly ignored the bouldering wall so that wouldn't happen. I'd signed up for a Meetup group there, a different one than the one I tried last time. I liked this one better, I think. It's smaller, or at least a smaller group actually showed up. And they're very welcoming and make sure the newbies have someone to belay for them. And they seem more focused on learning and teaching, which is good for me.
But I got halfway up the first route, only a 5.6, and froze. It wasn't that I didn't see what I needed to do. It wasn't that my arms were giving out. Nope, it was just panic. I was seriously considering asking the guy to let me down, but that would have required letting go of the wall. He did notice that I wasn't moving and yelled some advice about where to go next, which I didn't actually need but did convince me to keep climbing. And... actually, it turned out I was past the hard part, and I got up to the top easily after that.
Then the second route kicked my ass repeatedly, and kicked a fellow newbie's ass repeatedly, and then a lady who was shorter, fatter, and older than me, AND had recently injured her shoulder, went up it like a streak of lightning and embarrassed us both. Oh well. The other newbie and I vowed to try again next time. Then we adjourned to the burrito place.
I'm definitely going back.
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