That evening, I received a text from a friend reminding me that we were supposed to go for a bouldering session the next day. I find bouldering an incredibly fascinating activity – a cross between meditation and physical exertion. To successfully manoeuvre through a course, one must spend time contemplating their path through a rainbow of multicoloured slats snaking upwards and sideways from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. When you visit a bouldering gym, you will find people staring at its craggy walls, hands and legs miming their predicted motion, planning every micromovement they need to make. Failure to tighten one’s core or shift one’s toes to compensate for gravity’s pull can result in a face-tearing slip, slide and fall. Three deep breaths; the difference between restart and completion.
No safety nets. No ropes.
Since all is empty, all is possible.
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