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Marriage on the Rocks:
Get Out of the House—Go Climb a Rock by Robin C. Bonner
The Prequel
Happy Birthday We walked inside, not knowing what to expect. We had always climbed outside—on rocks. These indoor rock gyms became popular long after we had last been climbing. What we found was a relatively small establishment (about 35 feet wide by 140 feet deep), but with 35-foot-high ceilings. Roped climbers lined the three walls near the doorway, and their belayers (be-lay’-ers; those who control the ropes that would catch them if they fell) stood below them. Toward the back of the gym, to the left, mats covered the floor under overhanging “rocks,” where the adventurous “bouldered,” untethered: grabbing rock after rock and pulling themselves up until they reached the top (or fell onto the mats below). The place buzzed—the children’s competitive team practiced, and parents watched, read a book, or donned a harness and climbed themselves while they waited. The young and the not-so-young climbed side by side. Everyone appeared to be seriously engaged yet having a good time. To our right, a young man and woman “manned” the front desk, checking in new arrivals on a computerized system, doling out rental equipment (shoes and harnesses), and dispensing sage advice beyond their years. Ian welcomed us and signed us in as Donna’s guests. Gary and I each rented (for $5) a climbing harness (which looks like a glorified seatbelt, but circling both the waist and the thighs) and special climbing shoes that fit snugly and have rubber around all the edges. The harness is used to attach yourself to the rope (it’s a piece of safety equipment you “tie in” to), and the shoes (which you wear without socks) make it easier for your toes to hug the rock. We put our coats in the cubbies in the locker area, strapped on our harnesses, and donned our new shoes. We were ready!
Safe, but Not for the Faint of Heart
Even after 30 years, my relatively inexperienced fingers also remembered the drill:
What an adrenaline rush when I hit the “rock” for the first time! But I’m naturally afraid of heights, so those feelings came back, as well. As my feet left the ground, I found myself panicking. With each step, I was getting farther and farther away from the ground! My fingers were tingling (as they are right now, while I’m writing this). I was tied in at the waist to the rope Donna was holding, so if I fell, I would drop only a foot or so before the grigri stopped the rope. Still, I didn’t like the idea of falling at all, so I was doing my best to avoid it. Soon I talked myself into just thinking about each move. I became aware of my muscles—a number of them were getting a workout, especially the ones I didn’t remember I had. As I ascended the wall, I left the noise of the crowd below me. It was beautiful. I found myself instinctively doing my “Pilates breathing” (inhaling deeply, then exhaling as I reached for a hold), to gain that extra inch of distance. I used whatever holds I wanted to the first time, whatever was easiest. Today, I decided, I would just climb up the “rocks” to the top. With that in mind—achieving my goal, one step at a time—thoughts of the distance between me and the floor drifted from my mind. I found myself attaining more than I thought possible, all at the end of a rope, on a lark, on Gary’s birthday.
Getting Specific If you do the “white” climb (the 5.7) using only those white hand- and footholds (and none of the holds of other colors located nearby), when you reach the top, you’ve completed a 5.7 climb. Then you rappel down to the floor. (You’re really lowered down. The belayer’s equipment controls your descent, and you just walk down the rock.) On my first climb, I completely disregarded the color coding. My goal was to get to the top anyway I could. I quickly found myself challenged by various routes, though, and began to choose color-coded climbs—just to see what I could do. Gary and I soon parted ways on the difficulty of the routes we sought. He is taller than I am and could grab holds spaced farther apart. Regardless of the route we chose, Donna belayed us, and we watched and encouraged each other as we climbed. Time flew.
Climb Rating Systems: The Yosemite Decimal System Subdivisions The experienced climber, having accomplished or attempted free climbs of varying degrees of difficulty in the YDS class 5 range, gains an understanding of the level of difficulty involved. To the beginner, however, these ratings are simply a set of numbers, understandably, easy if rated 5.0 and impossible if rated 5.13. To provide a slightly better understanding within the class for the beginner, the following tongue-in-cheek description is provided:
5.0 to 5.4: There are two hand- and two footholds for every move; the holds become progressively smaller as the number increases.
Wanting More Gary could buy a single membership for $48 per month, and I could be added for only $20 more. (I already belonged to a local fitness center, but he’d need me to belay him, and we began to talk of becoming certified.) If we went once a week, even if we purchased our own harness and climbing shoes (at about $35 to $50 for the harness and $50 to $130 for the shoes—see links below), we’d spend $10 apiece for a day pass, or $80 per month. If we liked climbing enough to make a once-a-week commitment, a family membership would be the way to go. The membership also gave us 12 guest passes, a discount on gear, free lessons, and other perks. The holidays were just around the corner, which clinched the deal. Our Christmas stockings would be stuffed with climbing shoes and harnesses! Before we knew it, we were members of the Philadelphia Rock Gym. So what began as an inexpensive way for Gary and I to spend his birthday morphed into a new regular couples activity for us. It’s been more than a year since we joined PRG. No matter how busy life gets, we put aside one evening a week to head to the rock gym. We’ve befriended other “older adults” there. Deb and John have been climbing for a number of years, Donna for just a couple. We’ve invited some of Gary’s work friends and introduced them to climbing—donating our guest passes and belaying talents (yes, we passed the test!). Finally, we’ve taken our kids there when they’re around, and are they impressed! It’s a year-round sport, independent of weather. We’re now talking about buying a rope and taking it outside this summer. See you on the rocks…
Links
For info on climbing technique and indoor climbing locations:
For info on Rock Climbing Equipment and Techniques (This one has great illustrations.)
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