For the past couple of months, I’ve been going indoor rock climbing once a week. Every Monday a few friends and I gather at the HardRock Climbing Centre in the city and punish our bodies by trying to haul them toward the top of the 25-odd metre roof. Sometimes we even make it.
Thanks to Madjock for the cool photo of Hardrock!
For some reason, I find it really good fun.
I can’t put my finger on exactly why. It’s satisfying, sure. When you tap the pulley at the top of the wall you definitely get a sense of achievement. It’s decent exercise; the heart rate certainly increases and, particularly on challenging climbs, you work up a fair sweat (well I do). It’s a great combination of strength, will-power and technique – all are required to be successful.
Thanks to freelancing god for the shot of the ‘big pillar’ inside Hardrock.
I don’t know, it’s probably all of the above. But climbing has become one of the highlights of my week.
We’ve got a fair-sized pool of regulars now, so there’s usually at least a few of us that go. If you want to come along please get in touch!