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Jessie

Some Random Bouldering Moments 🧗‍♀️💭

#1 — About my chalk bag lol Everyone has these super cute or super pro-looking chalk bags. Me? I literally stuffed chalk into a random pouch I found at home 😭 Why? So I can shove it straight into my backpack and run to the gym after class. But one day… someone complimented it?? Like—“That’s a cool setup!” I blushed. Did not expect that. Still laughing about it lol. ⸻ #2 — Tiny gym, big love So the gym I go to is small, just two floors. But here’s the thing: it’s never crowded. Student pass? $40 for 3 months. I KNOW. Even at peak summer time, it’s like 15 people max. On busy Fridays maybe 40-50 at most. That’s it. They change all 10+ walls every couple months, so there’s always something new to play with. And the route setting is actually really good! But the real star is the owner. Like, picture this: She’s holding this monster power drill (seriously looks like it weighs 10kg) and casually climbs up a 2-meter wall with it just to screw in holds. And THEN—get this— halfway through setting a route, she just kicks off her shoes, goes barefoot, and climbs the whole thing to test it. BAREFOOT. Respect. Total legend energy. ⸻ #3 — The people here are angels I’m crying I usually boulder solo. That’s kinda why I love it— other sports feel like you need friends to play. But bouldering? Alone or together, both are fine. Sometimes when I’m stuck on a problem, someone will just quietly walk over and be like: “Wanna beta?” 🥺 One time I got obsessed with this V3 line. Tried for an HOUR. Start? Fine. End? Fine. Middle move? IMPOSSIBLE. Couldn’t keep balance. I was ready to give up and go home. And then… This white dude I always see around (4-5PM squad lol), never talked much, suddenly walks over and says: “Wanna see how I do it?” And he shows me—just needed to twist my hips. Boom. It worked. He saved me 😭😭😭 He’s basically the “Duck Sister” from The Robot Dreams, but in real life. Warm, kind, skillful. I will never forget. I even thanked him using his name (!!) —because one time he helped my friend and I secretly remembered it. Hope he wasn’t creeped out I knew it lol. ⸻ Manifesting: I will become someone else’s Duck Sister one day too. #sport #climbing #bouldering

Some Random Bouldering Moments 🧗‍♀️💭
Jessie

He’s 54. He’s Still Climbing—and Drawing.

I met Jérôme at a climbing salon in Paris. He’s 54 now, works as a web developer at the National Museum of Natural History, and still climbs like it’s 1997—the year he first touched the wall at Mur-Mur, long before it became Arkose. Back then, he wanted to be a comic artist. Life pushed him toward design and illustration, but he never gave up drawing. Climbing gave him stories—awkward, funny, honest ones—which he turned into quiet pencil comics, the kind that make people laugh in recognition. Some of his work even made it to exhibitions in France and Japan. When he climbs, he says the world goes silent. No stress, no noise. Just his shoes, his hands, and the wall. I don’t know if I’ll still be doing any of this decades from now. But for now, I want to enjoy it the way he does—with joy, and without needing it to be perfect. #sport #climbing #lifelongpassion

He’s 54. He’s Still Climbing—and Drawing.
Jessie

"Stand Up and You'll Reach It"

Someone shouted those words at me yesterday. I was shaking on a V2, fingertips screaming, core collapsed. Four words that sound like encouragement but feel like mockery. "Stand up and you'll reach it." As if standing were simple. As if my hip flexibility, finger strength, and fear of falling weren't all screaming different stories. As if the person yelling from below—who's never touched this hold—understood the physics of my panic. It's climbing's version of "just be rich" or "just be happy." The advice that ignores everything difficult about the thing you're trying to do. I've started wearing headphones. Not for music—for silence. Because the only voice that matters is the one teaching my body how to actually stand up, one micro-adjustment at a time. #sport #climbing #uselessadvice

"Stand Up and You'll Reach It"
Jessie

My Feet Remember Every Failed Dyno

Three aggressive shoes. Twelve months of cramped toes. One revelation that changed everything I thought I knew about climbing. The Instinct whispered secrets through thin rubber—every crystal, every texture singing back to my toes. The Theory felt like wearing mittens to thread a needle. But the Tsurugi? It grabbed my heel like it was made for me, then tortured my forefoot for two years until we finally understood each other. I'd stretch it, it would shrink back. A stubborn dance of leather and ligament until something clicked. Now I know: the right shoe doesn't just fit your foot—it unlocks techniques you didn't know you had. Every missed heel hook, every slipped dyno, every "just not strong enough" moment might have been your shoes lying to you all along. #sport #climbing #gearthatfailed

My Feet Remember Every Failed Dyno
Jessie

The Wall That Stopped Teaching Me

Three years ago, I touched my first hold in a British climbing gym. Yesterday, I stared at the same V3 in Shanghai for twenty minutes, knowing I'd never try it. My hands remember every grip that felt impossible until it wasn't. V1 to V3 happened like falling in love—sudden, electric, addictive. But V4 feels like learning a language I don't have the alphabet for. The routes blur together now. Dynamic moves that eat wingspan. Crimps that demand fingers I'll never have. I used to see puzzles; now I see walls designed to remind me of my limits. I still pay my membership. I still tape my fingers. But somewhere between the inconsistent grading and the repetitive setting, climbing became a mirror showing me everything I'm not. #sport #climbing #plateaufeels

The Wall That Stopped Teaching Me
Jessie

Climb Smarter: Foot First, Then Hands

Ever try to high-step mid-route, only to feel totally stuck? You tell yourself your hips aren’t flexible enough. But the problem might not be mobility—it might be timing. New climbers (myself included) tend to follow one rule: Get your hands secure first. It feels safer. But here’s what happens— You grab the next handhold, your body stretches out, and suddenly… your foot won’t go where you need it. Why? Because when your body is fully extended, your hip joint locks up. Biomechanically, you lose range of motion: a straight posture gives you ~90° of hip flexion. A slightly bent posture—hips sunk, arms soft—gives you over 120° to work with. That’s the difference between getting your foot on and getting shut down. So here’s the better habit: Foot first. Then hand. Before reaching up, bend your arms slightly. Sink your hips like you’re sitting into the wall. Then step high. Then shift weight. Then reach. It’s not about brute flexibility. It’s about keeping the body loaded but mobile. Like a bowstring—tense, but not locked. What’s a tiny movement habit that made a huge difference in your climbing? #sport #climbing #techniquematters

Climb Smarter: Foot First, Then Hands
Jessie

The Grip Decides Everything

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about control. Specifically, hand control. As my climbing has progressed, one truth has become obvious: If your hand can’t hold the grip, you don’t move. No matter how strong or smart the beta—if the hold isn’t secure, your body knows. It won’t commit. That’s when hips swing out. Or fingers peel. Or both. So what actually helps you control a hold? I see two big factors: 1️⃣ Raw capacity: strength and endurance in the forearms, fingers, and tendons. 2️⃣ Body mechanics: technique, joint mobility/stability, proprioception—aka how you move and feel. You can climb decently with just ①. Strong beginners do it all the time—pure brute force gets them to the chains. But when ① hits a wall, ② becomes essential. Technique exists to put your center of mass in a better place—and sometimes, to help your legs carry the load your fingers can’t. That might mean flagging, twisting, or cutting loose—not to relieve the hands, but to trust them better. A few reflections on the moving parts: • Handwork: Crimp, pinch, open-hand, slap, press, push. • Footwork: Edge, smear, toe hook, heel hook, drop knee. • Mobility: Being able to high-step without lifting your shoulder? That’s leverage most people don’t train for. • Joint stability: Lets you hold tension and reduce unnecessary swings. • Body feel: Helps you know where the center of mass should be—before you even move. On core strength—what matters most is functional core stability. There’s general strength, and there’s sport-specific strength. For climbers, the wall trains both—especially on steep terrain. If you’re short on time, don’t over-focus on floor workouts. Just climb more, and smarter. The grip decides everything. But the rest of the body decides if the grip can hold. What made you realize “just getting stronger” wasn’t enough? #sport #climbing #controlfirst

The Grip Decides Everything
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