Today we took the kids out to an indoor rock climbing gym since Uncle Matt, rock climber extraordinaire, was in town. I used to be really into rock climbing….oh six years ago. I used to be able to climb 5.11s, but today I conquered a 5.7 and a 5.9 and my forearms were tight, fingers sore, legs shakey, and body tired. It sucks getting old. My four year old traversed walls, top roped, bouldered, attempted some dynos, ran around in circles, and then spent two hours at a friend’s birthday party. I was ready for bed at 7pm and I think my toenails are going to fall off.
My poor little two year old didn’t get to top rope and he really really wanted to. I think the holds were just too out of his reach, and routes a bit longer than his attention span. The woman at the front desk was so kind and offered him a pair of shoes to feel a part of the experience. He was so excited to put them on! He did enjoy some bouldering and really loved watching his brother climb.
And here is one of Uncle Matt: