the who and the why.

Dear Internet,

On July 10th, 2009, I learned what it's like to break your leg. Foremost I learned that it is not very fun to break a leg. I never realized how much walking, jumping, skipping, cavorting, etc. that I actually did. A lot, as it turns out.

Nearly two months, one plate and seven screws later, I'm re-teaching myself to walk, and little by little, I am regaining my strength and rekindling my love of rock climbing.

Actually, that's how I broke the damn thing in the first place - I was climbing a nasty V2, pushed a little too hard, and fell about fifteen feet onto a mat that couldn't quite cut it. In my time as a cripple, I've definitely had more than one person ask me if the injury turned me off to climbing and if I would steer clear of it in the future.

On the contrary!

My patience has been thin for my do-nothing recovery time, and my body has itched for that glorious pas de deux of man and mountain.

So here we are.

This blog will chronicle my road to recovery, detail my experiences as a rookie climber, and explore my ever-expanding interest in the world of rock climbing. There will be adventure, laughs, bad times, and good as I attempt to break the sky.