You Know You're a Youth Rock Climber When...
Ready? Let's play! You know you're a youth rock climber when...
You scope out nearby buildings for climb-ability. Actually, you always search out all of your surroundings for climbing opportunities.
You may have damaged a building or two climbing them.
Your most frequently heard phrase outside of the gym is "Get down from there!"
The front desk person at the gym greets you by name... and then hands you your chalk bag/water bottle/harness/shoes/kendama from the lost and found bin.
You amaze your friends at school by doing an absurd amount of pull-ups in a row.
To your parent's horror, you shred climbing shoes in 2-3 months.
Then, to your parents increasing horror and diminishing bank account, you grow out of your climbing shoes faster than you wear holes in them.
Your feet are kind of wrecked from shoving them into your climbing shoes, but you don't care that much.
Your feet are kind of... unfresh, but you don't care that much.
Your hands, arms, and legs are often a bloody mess, but you just rub some chalk on them, and keep climbing.
You examine the callouses on your hands daily. Sometimes you file them.
You're tired of trying to explain to non-climbers how competitions work. "No, it's not just whoever gets to the top first. Well, except for when it is..."
"Going into isolation" actually means "Hanging out with friends".
You've started to dread seeing the running order list, because you've been last out of Iso three times in a row. Ug.
Waiting around for awards drives your parents nuts but it means more time with friends!
You're tired of hearing, "Their hands are small, so it's easy for them to hang on tiny holds." Never-mind the hours and hours of training a week you put in...
Your hands are admittedly small, but they look and feel like miniaturized lumberjack hands.
You know that your "ape index" is no monkey business.
Adults are annoyed when you flash their projects.
You like to flash the projects of adults.
Last year when everyone was watching the Super Bowl, you went climbing.
Your parents are hippies and love the outdoors. You've been climbing rocks since... before you could walk.
Or, your parents have no clue what climbing is like.
Or, your parents learned to climb because you needed a belay slave.
You had six-pack-abs even when you were ten.
You can't throw, catch, or dodge a ball very well.
You hate speed climbing. Or...
You love speed climbing.
You accidentally use words like dab, choss, dual-tex, and highball to describe things to the non-climbers.
You get really giddy when the gym posts about a new set. And...
You get really depressed when there are no new sets.
You have or have had an instagram account with a user name that includes the words climbing, climber, climbs, sender, or sends.
You follow @rockclimbingprobs.
Ok, your turn. What did we miss?