just came from climbing fake rocks

aaarrghh!

I never knew rock climbing could be so tiring. but then again, i am 220 pounds heaving up a 30 foot fake rock face.

now i understand why minger tried to have me rock climb all those years. its true, its just you and the rock, and everything she said about keeping close to the wall and using your legs instead of your arms was true. i climbed the wall with some form of ease that i never thought was possible.

i mean c'mon! i'm no andy leuterio right?! but there i was fast enough for my own right. i guess the closest you can get to golf is rock climbing. tis the same concept, you versus the earth, but unlike golf, well, people die in rock climbing. guess if i ever take up the sport, i'm going to stick to the indoor stuff. the outdoors is really not for me.

kudos to gertrude yap of ericsson philippines for sponsoring the event. and for mel dominguez of dominguez PR for setting it all up.

the rocks...i keep thinking back on how on the second wall i gave up half the way. it was because it was painful and hard and i had trouble getting up the wall. i knew that if i didn't conquer that wall, that would be the end of it. i would never climb another wall.the people at power-up, well, they were great motivators. they egged me on, gave me some more pointers and i went up that wall. almost to the top on my second try on that second wall, i was tired and exhausted and my arms ached and i was well on my way to giving up.

i thought, is this the way i am? or should i press on. ofcourse, i was just being dramatic because i knew i had to finish that wall. so i summoned what strength i had left, gave it a grunt and heaved on up to the top.

the exaltation i felt inside when i reached that top led me to an epiphany. just soldier on. soldier on, and nothing is impossible old chap.

keep on trudging. just keep on.