6 Months In. I’m Finally Scared.

I used to be reckless—cuts, scrapes, bruises, I climbed through all of them. I chased every top like it owed me something. Even when my arms stopped working, I kept going. Last week I slipped off a V2. Same leg, same spot I cracked open months ago. This time it split, bled, got infected. I limped for days. Today the wound scabbed. I went back. But standing under the wall, something shifted. My hands shook. I backed off three easy lines. I didn’t want to admit it. But I think I’m finally afraid. #sport #climbing #fearonthewall