|Lovebirds are smug creatures,|
just look at the background...
Like most climbers, I didn't understand the concept of climbing with your feet. What I lacked in skills, I made up for with my unfound confidence in my climbing abilities my the early days of climbing.
I started with F4's and F4+'s, my footwork was blunt, placements awful, and I swing about like a monkey when I climbed. I had to call quits after 4 or 5 climbs max.
Just look at me in my PJs like I own the placeThe 3 of us (two colleagues and myself) would take turns. One climbs, one belays, and one screams obscenities at the other two. Occasionally those on the ground would telling the one on the wall where to put their limbs as though we knew what we're talking about.
|Perfect! But do it on the wall! And get some climbing shoes.|
"Yep, let's see how many weeks this lot lasts before they find something better to do."
Turned out it was just a lovebird living in the thicket that was my hair.
If you're at that stage of your climbing journey, ignore the fucking lovebird. Oh and get a haircut, you tramp.
|That's David Beckham, the lovebird's pet.|
And having befriended strangers at the wall, I realise they're nothing but encournaging. So in retrospect, the voices I heard were more likely:
"Yep, get that foot up, that's it! Hope to see you in coming weeks and see you improve, brings back memories of my early days."
If you're still as excited (if not more) on your way to the gym after 4 weeks, it's time to hit up some tips from the world wide web.
Monkey will continue Next Time.
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