I signed up for an introduction to rock climbing class last winter, because it was something I had always wanted to try, didn’t know the first thing about it.. and had just gotten dumped, so I had some free time. I signed up alone for a Monday and the following Saturday. I wanted to leave plenty of time to recover, just in case I wasn’t able to walk from insane soreness.
My first class was incredibly small due to no-shows; this was the best luck I could have hoped for. Despite being super challenging – and yes, leaving me painfully sore – I was just a little bit hooked. Just enough to go back once or twice or five times.
As with any workout, climbing gives me a sense of physical independence. Obviously, I can walk and run (and skip and jump and dance!), but there’s something very freeing about maneuvering yourself out of tough corners, figuring out the puzzle ahead, and feeling your arms and fingers burn with effort. It’s not for everyone! And some results may vary. I don’t go as often as I should, especially since starting kickboxing in February. Doing both in one week would probably leave me aching in bed for days (for now).
I recommend climbing to most people I know. I don’t like heights; dangling from 8 feet up is not actually myweek typical idea of a good time. But being able to touch the top and successfully get yourself back down is immensely satisfying.
Climbing a real mountain may be a totally different story.