2019 so far has kind of sucked. Actually it has mostly sucked. I was sick for most of January. I carried mild flu symptoms for a week, then I got the flu and it was the sickest I've ever been in my whole life. Without overstating it, the fever, aches, chills and fatigue were crushing. It took another week to recover. When it was over I felt lucky to have avoided going to the hospital such was its severity.
February was going along OK, but I picked up a cold seemingly out of nowhere. It wasn't too bad compared to the flu I had just been through and only lasted about four days. I was still able to function despite the indignity.
But March came along and about a week into it I started to feel weird again. Mild aches and fatigue for a couple of days gave way to nearly full-blown flu symptoms again. By the fourth day my throat was achingly sore and I was smacked down with the flu. AGAIN! Now after another three days of being stuck in bed recovering from the intense fatigue, I'm up and doing house chores again and steadily coughing up junk from the depths of my lungs.
As the smoke clears from this three month onslaught of ill health, I'm left wondering what the fuck just happened. Is this gonna happen again? What the hell is wrong with me? Of course, I have no answers to these questions. It could very well happen again. What this has done, besides prompt a closer look at my health habits, is motivate me to get the hell on with any projects and ideas I've been kicking around.
And one of those projects is that I'd like to write more. Specifically, I'd like to write more about climbing. It should be no surprise that I want to climb more. That I want to climb well, and I want to climb as hard as I can. But, I'd like to turn some of that drive into self expression. And possibly create some content to help out others.
Climbing has become ridiculously popular. And with films like Free Solo and Dawn Wall breaking through to the masses, it's likely only going to grow bigger and bigger. I've learned that I have a strong desire to teach and mentor climbers. I go to the climbing gym and I see some really green climbers, and I worry about how some of these folks are going to get along when they start going outside. In my 30 years of climbing I've seen some truly fucked up (but entirely avoidable) shit. I find myself compelled to try and contribute something helpful.
For example. Many years ago I was climbing at Foster Falls and saw a woman toproping a steep face route. She was cleaning quickdraws as she went. All was going fine until she got to the anchor where she proceeded to clean both draws off the anchor as well. I will spare you the details but fortunately that story had a happy ending. But I've seen plenty of similar scenarios that didn't have happy endings. As has been well documented at this point, I nearly died when two bolts broke while sport climbing. Climbing is dangerous. It seems mentorship is either dead or at least sorely lacking in today's climbing scene.
I'm hoping to start creating content along those lines as well as documenting my own goals and adventures. And I'm hoping to do it over a variety of platforms. Blogs, Vlogs, IG posts and whatever else. The cool thing is that I don't have any kind of a destination point for any of this and see it as kind of never ending in a way. At least until I can no longer get out there and climb. And I plan to keep that going as long as I can.
My illnesses this year have been rugged, but as is often the case, adversity provides us some clarity. And real serious beat downs can motivate you to get on with it. Our time here is limited and I'm not dead yet. I'm looking forward to getting into this next stage of life and creativity.