The Madness
June 2020
Sitting on the mats below the bouldering wall at my local climbing gym, I shout words of encouragement as I watch fellow climbers hurl themselves up the wall. As I am observing, in envy, I notice something that I have never recognized before. Some climbers' shoulder blades shift away from their spines into what closely resembles bird wings as they reach above their heads, and their necks disappear as soon as they match their hands on a handhold in a desperate attempt to set up for the following sequence.
