If you haven't seen this video before you should go check it out. It is pretty amusing, the language is a bit roug but if you can get past that I think that you wil enjoy its comedic value.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Climbing
As most of you know, over the last 2 years I have become and avid rock climber. Let's be a bit more realistic and say and avid "indoor" rock climber, as I really haven't done much of the outdoor stuff up to this point. Anyway, I was reading one of my very old blogs from 2008, shortly after I graduated from undergrad, and the thought in that particular blog really stuck a cord with me.
In essence the message was this: that internal battles, those fought within yourself, are the most difficult and take the longest to win. In our daily lives we usually only get one chance to face our fear or to make the "right decision," if there is such a thing, but in climbing you get to make those choices every time you lay hand on to wall (or rock). Some days you may feel as if everything just works, just jives. Other days, not so much. You can do the exact same route 20 times get to the exact same point in the route and WHAMM! you are right back going toe to toe with that fear, faced with the same choice: go, fall, take. You can try the route 20, 30, 100 times and eventually that move that scared you or that clip that seems impossible, isn't any more.
So what changes? How does the fear lessen? I can't speak for every climber, or maybe even most. I can only speak for myself and to be honest the fear doesn't lessen or get defeated. The change is in you. You choose to see it differently, you choose to believe that this time you can make it. And when it does happen, you realize something on your way down...."I just did it! I didn't even have to think about it!" That's right, your emotional brain was put on pause and your analytical brain took over. No more can I, am I too tierd, whats the fall going to be like. No, none of that, just hold, foot, move, clip; hand, grab, toe hook, jump, grab, clip....
So what does this have to do with anything. If you look at climbing as a physical expression of everyday decisions then you can apply it to your life as a whole. Your analytical mind knows what has to be done and just does it when you can figure out where you left the remote so you can shut your emotional side up for a bit, just until you can get the task at hand done, with out all the that annoying background music. That isn't too say that emotional side is bad, it just means that sometimes we let our emotions get in the way and then we get in our own way. In the case of climbing (and other decisions for that matter), the emotional side is like that roommate or friend that , deep down inside you really love and are glad you have, but sometimes you wish you could just pretend they didn't existing. Climbing is a physical expression and mental challenge of facing tough decisions and learning to navigate through them. Learning how to take that emotional side and clam it down in the bathroom so that you can go back to the party and have some more fun.
And with all that said here are some, long over due, photos of my friends and I climbing outdoors. :)
In essence the message was this: that internal battles, those fought within yourself, are the most difficult and take the longest to win. In our daily lives we usually only get one chance to face our fear or to make the "right decision," if there is such a thing, but in climbing you get to make those choices every time you lay hand on to wall (or rock). Some days you may feel as if everything just works, just jives. Other days, not so much. You can do the exact same route 20 times get to the exact same point in the route and WHAMM! you are right back going toe to toe with that fear, faced with the same choice: go, fall, take. You can try the route 20, 30, 100 times and eventually that move that scared you or that clip that seems impossible, isn't any more.
So what changes? How does the fear lessen? I can't speak for every climber, or maybe even most. I can only speak for myself and to be honest the fear doesn't lessen or get defeated. The change is in you. You choose to see it differently, you choose to believe that this time you can make it. And when it does happen, you realize something on your way down...."I just did it! I didn't even have to think about it!" That's right, your emotional brain was put on pause and your analytical brain took over. No more can I, am I too tierd, whats the fall going to be like. No, none of that, just hold, foot, move, clip; hand, grab, toe hook, jump, grab, clip....
So what does this have to do with anything. If you look at climbing as a physical expression of everyday decisions then you can apply it to your life as a whole. Your analytical mind knows what has to be done and just does it when you can figure out where you left the remote so you can shut your emotional side up for a bit, just until you can get the task at hand done, with out all the that annoying background music. That isn't too say that emotional side is bad, it just means that sometimes we let our emotions get in the way and then we get in our own way. In the case of climbing (and other decisions for that matter), the emotional side is like that roommate or friend that , deep down inside you really love and are glad you have, but sometimes you wish you could just pretend they didn't existing. Climbing is a physical expression and mental challenge of facing tough decisions and learning to navigate through them. Learning how to take that emotional side and clam it down in the bathroom so that you can go back to the party and have some more fun.
And with all that said here are some, long over due, photos of my friends and I climbing outdoors. :)
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Yosemite
So to back up even a little further than the weddings. I took two rather newbies backpacking in Yosemite last May. We had quite the adventure and a fantastic time. We drove into Yosemite late one Thursday night put our tent together as quietly as we could manage and went to sleep. Friday morning we all got up packed our stuff had a quickly little breakfast and made sure to make it to the ranger station in the village by door opening to get out wilderness passes. (FYI this is a must because if you don't get there earlier enough there is a very good possibility that you would get to go where you wanted to). In our case not only did we get our wilderness pass we also were able to secure the last three (anytime) passes for Half-Dome that they we giving out that day. SCORE! Once we knocked out all that annoying but necessary stuff we jumped in the car and made the hour drive up to our trail head near Touloumne Meadows.
Once all settled and and paced out we started walking. First hurtle....fording a river! OOOO. 5 minutes into our journey we had to roll up our trousers, take off our shoes and socks tie them to our bags and balance across a, all be it small river but still a river, and man was that water cold. Toweled off, shoes back on and off we went to find our next challenge not too far ahead.
We had been told at the ranger station before heading out that there was still snow on the trail that we were going on but that it was only a maximum of 3 feet and that was spars. I don't know what there idea of spars is, but let me tell you it is certainly much different than mine. It took us the better part of that day to get where we were going. We lost the trail a few times especially through the thick snowed in areas. My uncle would be proud and probably a bit surprise how much of what he taught to me all those years ago when we went backpacking together I still remember, but I got the opportunity to teach the guys about how to read trail markers and where to look for them as well as how to read and figure our direction/elevation/distance from the trail map, and how to use a compass (among other things that I was able to teach them that trip).
In the interest of saving some page space and some of your very valuable time I will make the rest of this quite quick: We didn't quite make it all the way to our first stopping point the First day. Trek member M got altitude sickness, which was not so much fun for him and no party for us either. We made it to the top of a place called "Clouds Rest" and to the top of Half-Dome in the same day! Found that the bus from the valley floor up to Touloumne Meadows doesn't start running until June1st, bad news for us as it was still about a week away. Turns out that hitchhiking is the recommended method by park rangers to get back to your vehicle if it is located up that way.
Anyway it was quite the adventure and we got some great pictures out of it! enjoy!
Once all settled and and paced out we started walking. First hurtle....fording a river! OOOO. 5 minutes into our journey we had to roll up our trousers, take off our shoes and socks tie them to our bags and balance across a, all be it small river but still a river, and man was that water cold. Toweled off, shoes back on and off we went to find our next challenge not too far ahead.
We had been told at the ranger station before heading out that there was still snow on the trail that we were going on but that it was only a maximum of 3 feet and that was spars. I don't know what there idea of spars is, but let me tell you it is certainly much different than mine. It took us the better part of that day to get where we were going. We lost the trail a few times especially through the thick snowed in areas. My uncle would be proud and probably a bit surprise how much of what he taught to me all those years ago when we went backpacking together I still remember, but I got the opportunity to teach the guys about how to read trail markers and where to look for them as well as how to read and figure our direction/elevation/distance from the trail map, and how to use a compass (among other things that I was able to teach them that trip).
In the interest of saving some page space and some of your very valuable time I will make the rest of this quite quick: We didn't quite make it all the way to our first stopping point the First day. Trek member M got altitude sickness, which was not so much fun for him and no party for us either. We made it to the top of a place called "Clouds Rest" and to the top of Half-Dome in the same day! Found that the bus from the valley floor up to Touloumne Meadows doesn't start running until June1st, bad news for us as it was still about a week away. Turns out that hitchhiking is the recommended method by park rangers to get back to your vehicle if it is located up that way.
Anyway it was quite the adventure and we got some great pictures out of it! enjoy!
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Other One with the Frenchies
There are some great pictures from the rest of the Norway portion of the vacation but it's late and I'm tired and so you get the French wedding pictures and maybe later...on the weekend...if I remember, you might get the other pictures from Toulouse and Norway.
Back Date the Norwegian's Wedding
So I have also heard that I owe you people some pictures..... yeah, so about that...not sure where to start with those...maybe Lisa's wedding since that was were we left off at? sound good? Sure why not.
No Excuses....for now anyway.
All I can say for most of that 4 years is, "my how time flies." You never realize how quickly it all goes until you turn and looks back and think, "I swear it wasn't that long ago. Really, we were just down by the river last year weren't we?" Nope, not even close.
Anyhow, enough sappy reminiscing. I have been horrible at posting, end of story. If I picked up where I left off this would take more than ages to finish. So we'll do the really quick cliff notes version.
Norway and Lisa's wedding were wonderful. She looked fantastic, the food and music were awesome. She let me drive a manual transmission car in a foreign country (always dangerous even in my own country ...right Jamie - you remember Chicago don't you??). Hated to go, but left for the airport. Got there had to call Lisa to come and rescue me because I pulled a classic Maloney-Baloney move and went to the wrong airport. Nearly missed my flight, only made it because Lisa is a race car driver by night. Oh and when i say nearly I mean had to be escorted through the airport by security and walked out to the plane that was shutting it's doors.
Made it the correct airport and met Leanne in Toulouse. We jumped on a a bus and then a train to Rodez. Oh by the way did I mention that no one in the south of France speaks English? Yeah only minorly problematic, as we sneaked by with my barely passable French. Had a great time at Josh and Vio's wedding. Lots of great people. We made some very lovely friends, especially Marie and Jeremie who were nice enough to drive us back to Toulouse with them.
We had a cute flat in Toulouse. Too bad there was no air conditioning and we had wasp friends who decided our balcony was a lovely place for a home. (We thought so too but would have rather not had to share). Lea and I had a great time exploring Toulouse, but I think next time we will opt for somewhere closer to a large body of water, if we are going to play in France in the middle of summer.
Had a long flight home and then got back to the grind of work.
Rest of the summer, and fall for that matter, was spent doing lots of climbing (rock gym climbing, not quite ready for the big kid, outdoories, rock stuff just yet), hiking and tennis-ing.
Visited my mom and step dad at thanksgiving, spent Christmas with my dad, my sister Kristin, her husband Aaron and their little goober-y baby boys (Elijah and Lucas).
Now it is mid march. Sadly spent St. Patrick's day in Barkersfield, for work (if you know where it is you know why that's garbage, if you don't...be glad. I kid you not, armpit of California, might as well be in Mississippi).
There was a lot more too it than that but as I said condensed sparks/clif notes version, so that you don't fall asleep on me.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Oslo Solo Day-O
As many of you know, I have a very skill of getting lost well to add to this list of places that I have gotten lost in that is it near impossible to get lost in, please add Holmestrand, Norway a 2 street town! Sad. Long story short I walked in the wrong direction trying to reach the train station which lead to me catching the 2:20pm train to Oslo today instead of the 1:20pm train. But that was just the beginning. Once I arrived in Oslo I was trying to find the trolley station to buy a day pass so that I could go to the Norway Folk Museum and then to check out this supposedly "huge" climbing gym, which turned out to be smaller than smallest of the gyms that I normally go to (Great Western Power Company in Oakland).
The train ride to Oslo is only an hour so I made it to the Oslo central train station by 3:20ish. As i neither understand nor speak Norwegian I was using signs a my guide to find the trolley station and ended up in what I am now going to call the Maze Mall of Death. To explain it is a 5 level Mall that apparently if you go out one door on to the street and then in a different door you can't get back to where you started....this lead to an hour of Katie being lost in a Mall. I finally asked someone how to get back to the train station and then quite easily figured out where I had gone wrong to end up in the mall in the first place., one wrong turn sheesh!
Now at 4pm I finally got my trolley pass and located the correct trolley to get to the Folk Museum but as it was 4pm I figured that I may not have enough time to spend there and I really didn't want to feel rushed so I decided to do that another day and go to the climbing gym instead.
I jumped on the trolley and head to the climbing gym. It wasn't until I got to Vigelandspaken, the park with all the funny statues of the children that Lisa took me to last time I was in Norway, that I realized I wasn't going in the correct direction, that in fact I was going in the entirely opposite direction that I needed to be going in :/. I got off the trolley and then asked the driver how I get to the stop I needed to go to. He said just get back on this trolley and it will take you there. GUHHHH! Ok.
I did finally get to the climbing gym and got to play around there for about 1:30hrs. When I went to get dressed I realized that the i had lost the keys to the lock that I had bought when I came in, so I had to have the girl at the door cut off my brand new lock, oy!
Thankfully that was the end of this very adventurous day and i feel very very comfortable getting around Oslo now after having been lost there most of the day. :) So when i go back later this trip I will know my way around quite well, I think.
The train ride to Oslo is only an hour so I made it to the Oslo central train station by 3:20ish. As i neither understand nor speak Norwegian I was using signs a my guide to find the trolley station and ended up in what I am now going to call the Maze Mall of Death. To explain it is a 5 level Mall that apparently if you go out one door on to the street and then in a different door you can't get back to where you started....this lead to an hour of Katie being lost in a Mall. I finally asked someone how to get back to the train station and then quite easily figured out where I had gone wrong to end up in the mall in the first place., one wrong turn sheesh!
Now at 4pm I finally got my trolley pass and located the correct trolley to get to the Folk Museum but as it was 4pm I figured that I may not have enough time to spend there and I really didn't want to feel rushed so I decided to do that another day and go to the climbing gym instead.
I jumped on the trolley and head to the climbing gym. It wasn't until I got to Vigelandspaken, the park with all the funny statues of the children that Lisa took me to last time I was in Norway, that I realized I wasn't going in the correct direction, that in fact I was going in the entirely opposite direction that I needed to be going in :/. I got off the trolley and then asked the driver how I get to the stop I needed to go to. He said just get back on this trolley and it will take you there. GUHHHH! Ok.
I did finally get to the climbing gym and got to play around there for about 1:30hrs. When I went to get dressed I realized that the i had lost the keys to the lock that I had bought when I came in, so I had to have the girl at the door cut off my brand new lock, oy!
Thankfully that was the end of this very adventurous day and i feel very very comfortable getting around Oslo now after having been lost there most of the day. :) So when i go back later this trip I will know my way around quite well, I think.
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