Monday, 12 May 2014

Rock Climbing Reflection

I was about 9 meters up on a climbing wall at flax rock.

My arms are shaking from climbing like I was in the arctic. I was searching around for another rock to  grapple hook onto but the only one was above me. I tried to grab it but it was useless. Then I looked down to see if I could place my foot on anything and my luck was appreciated. There was a murky green stone but then I accidentally looked further down. Everyone looked like the size of an apple! My legs started to wobble like an earthquake. Suddenly everything looked fuzzy. I was coming unconscious! I tried seeing and moving until I started leaning backwards. With one hand on the rope and the other hand glued to the rock it was holding onto. Then I started to feel dizzy like I was drunk. Until my hand let go of the rock and I started falling. Everything looked peaceful. I Imagined a grave having my name on it. But my fall was slow like I was In slow motion. Then I stopped. There was noise. Kids trying to do some rock climbing. I wasn't dead. I was alive and being unharnessed. I tried not to show my fear and I succeeded. I sat down on the bench and tried to regain my sight. It was hard, but I lived. Then I started doing the rock climbing when you don’t wear a harness and stop at a green tape.

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