The outdoor climbing gear I bought last weekend.
we’ve been going to the climbing gym twice a week lately. jim is much better at it than i am. i pick 5.7 to 5.9 routes, he picks 5.9 and 5.10 routes. i’ve been working at it harder in the past few weeks, which means my arms and legs are always banged up. i’m more athletic now than i’ve ever been in my life. we’ve taken one other coworker with us so far, and three or four other people have expressed mild interest. i love breaking in newbies.
this is the year i will finally take up sailing. i’ve known it is the sport for me for some time now. i’m good at things once i get into them, but it takes me a long time to overcome my initial resistance. sailing means making a deal with nature to get what you want. powered boats represent typical western arrogance, pretending you can impose your will on the world and simply steer yourself where you want to go. that works fine, if your greatest ambition is to wind up at mcdonald’s.
jim says he’s never been sailing before. i’ve only done it two or three times, back when i lived in kansas, and had a coworker who owned a hobie cat. i really enjoyed it, but i had a nasty falling-out with that guy and never sailed again. this time i can afford my own hobie cat, if i decide i want to go that route.
hopefully jim and i will be about evenly matched. he hasn’t sailed before, and his freakish height won’t be an advantage, the way it is in climbing. if he ends up being better than i am in this area as well, so be it. i’m at a point in my life where my ego can handle it.