You know you're a boulderer when....
by Barney Waters
You arrive at your date's house and spend the evening staring at the fieldstone
fireplace wondering if it will go.
You blame your recent weight gain on accidental black fly consumption.
As a result, Deet has become less of a necessary evil and more like ketchup.
You think bug spray is when mosquito's tell all of their friends how many
people they've bitten that day.
You easily won the 'who has the driest hands' competition among a field that
included Ghandi, a Nigerian sand salesman and an 86 year old camel.
You never describe your elbow tendinitis as 'tennis elbow' in case anyone
thinks you actually play tennis.
You can get from your front door to the kitchen and onto the bathroom without
touching the floor.
You can be a climber.....and scared of heights.
You are always the 'go to' person when a jar needs opening.
The words 'a sweet finger crack' don't amuse you in the slightest.
People assume you are a scientist for a company making vegetable based juice
drinks after you told them you were "working on a V8 problem".
You admit that you once spent money to get a rack. You were desperate, she
was young and needed the money.
The cupboard that contains your climbing shoes smells like a skunk crawled
in there and died in the early 18th century after eating an anchovy sandwich.
After a bouldering session your feet retain the skunk smell and are also
glowing orange from the shoe dye, attracting moths from a distance and then
killing them at close range, a condition known as 'camp fire foot'.
A 'mixed' route to you is one where you also need to use your feet.
Active Pro = Heidi Fleiss out jogging.
Wired Stoppers = spotters after multiple cups of coffee.
Shock load = the result of crapping yourself on a highball. |