My climbing partner, Pete, and my son, Grady, and I are competitors.
The first one to redpoint a route on lead gets to win.
Though I’m younger, Pete is stronger and a foot taller. Pete and I have been climbing for decades. Grady has only been excited about climbing for a year—but he’s 23 and when climbing he reminds me of a racecar going full speed until he runs out of gas!
The other day we were projecting a short, powerful climb.
First, I belayed as Pete methodically linked all the moves on top rope.
Then I fell off the crux again and again. I felt like beating my head against the rock. Near the end of summer, I always feel like time is running out.
I needed to make a powerful twist-lock move to reach a pocket. I’d visualized the move over and over. But I kept falling.
“This is a dumb game,” I thought.
Then Pete said, “Try the twist-lock from the hold at your chest instead.” I started to say, “Yeah, but…” Yet it sounded like he really believed I could do it, so I had to try. To my surprise, his suggestion worked and I found myself miraculously making the reach.
Then Pete led. The higher he led, the more sure he became. At the chains he was practically floating.
Back on the ground, Pete caught my eye and handed me the rope. “You can do this,” he said matter-of-factly.
Inspired by his support, I tied in. My friends Elaina, Diane and Nikki were there too and they encouraged me.
With Pete’s beta I climbed the crux without falling and sent the route. Grady gave up a whole-hearted cheer.
Later, at the Cheesecake Factory, I raised a toast. “As much as I learned from The Game, the greatest pleasure is sharing, talking and experiencing climbing with my competitors.”