As I sit on a sunday morning, after another banger at the 105 I realize something. Living in a house full of climbers is not something I’ve used to my fullest. Here every weekend we have friends stay over, we talk about how progression is hard, but there is optimism and knowing hard work pays off. I wake up to hearing honestly two of the people I look up too most in rock climbing. We do stupid stuff together, and we also help each other with things around the house. It all culminates into this crazy functional household, of friends, mentors, and ultimately people you can trust with everything. Zack would always call the house the hobbit hole. Its a place of cheer, friendship, and warmth. A lot of my friends find our house to be like a climbing hostel, and I believe thats why. Living in a house like this comes with unheard expectations of yourself, and honestly I don’t live up to them.
When you live in a house like this, you feel like its a perfect storm. Its good friends, psyche, and advice which makes you feel like there is nothing to get into your way of getting stronger, except yourself. When you are in that situation you realize what kind of person you are. Its like we all say about celeb’s if “I was born into money, I would be famous too.”. Well in climbing I feel like Ive been born into that money in a since, and honestly it made me realize its kinda scary. Its hard to make excuses when you have nothing to fall on but yourself. I know what I would need to do to truly be a strong climber. When I see myself fail over, and over its a frustrating experience that leaves me looking in the mirror. Why didn’t I do better. Climbing is something you have to look at yourself in, and I love that about it. I want to take less advantage of the things I have been given to help me, and the most amazing friendships I have. So I love this hobbit hole, and I wish everyone was lucky enough to have one, I just get frustrated with whats in the mirror sometimes.