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Ryan Derrick · Joined Feb 2013 · Points: 86 Apr 8, 2014 · Boulder Yesterday: I am sitting in history class, and it just dawned on me; I need a fix. Its all I can think about and there is no way I will be a normally functioning member of society until I get my fix. I need to get out of this windowless classroom, and go to one of my quiet places where I can indulge. I need to hide away from the world, and partake in a pleasure that few understand. I know that when Im in the act, my productivity for all else ceases. This habit has caused countless breakups, job terminations, and cases of homelessness for those who chase the high. Most of society will view me as a bum, and a failure for putting this habit above all else, but I wont stop. I dont care about the nay-sayers, I have a few close friends who share my affinity for it, and thats all I need. The pain in my elbows is just my body telling me to stop, but Ill ignore the pain for just one more taste of the immeasurable sensation I crave. I know its dangerous, and people I know have died doing it; but Im in too deep to ever stop now. Some of the old-timers quit cold-turkey when their kids were born, but only because their wives begged. My only question for them is: how did you have the time and money to find a wife while you were rock climbing?



Surprised? Thought I was talking about hard drugs? Nope. Climbing is a dirty, time-consuming, expensive, and dangerous sport; a sport that totally captivates those who do it; totally captivates me. It is addicting in such a way that many multi-talented young individuals completely stop being productive members of society, and live only to climb. School, jobs, and houses are sacrificed for karabiners, ropes and a sleeping pad in the back of a Subaru outback. People look at dirtbag climbers the same way they look at substance-ridden homeless people: as people who have wasted their potential. Climbers dont care, because just as most junkies would tell you there is no better feeling than a good shot of dope; climbers know there is no better feeling than the satisfaction of sending a hard route, the rush of being on the verge of falling, yet fighting to make one more move. I have found these experiences to be so great that everything else falls by the wayside in my pursuit of climbing.



Homework, class, holding down a job. I do the minimum on the first two out of necessity. Because failing out of school would have severe impacts on my climbing schedule. A job is simply too much to ask for; I cannot be committed to something twenty hours a week. What if my friends go climbing? I would have to miss shifts, like a drug abuser who gets high and forgets his responsibilities. It wouldnt be fair to an employer to subject them to this erratic schedule. Like a drug user on a budget. I eat ramen and shop goodwill to afford my fix. A junkie would stop paying his rent before he stopped his drug use; and if it came down to it, living in the back of my Tacoma really wouldnt be that bad. The mobility and money saved (climber benefits) far outweigh the comfort and ability to impress women (normal-person benefits).



Drugs kill people every year. Well, so does climbing. A friend of mine died in 2012, and another friend is in intensive care as I write this after a fall last week in Boulder. For any logical person, these personal tragedies would have served as a wake-up call, or at least sparked some thoughts about whether this is really the sport they should be participating in. Not me. Not climbers. These events serve only as reminders to be careful. To the outside world, this thought-process is maddeningly stupid. Something akin to the way a junkie refuses to see the signs of his life falling apart around him. Arrests, and friends-overdosing just happen; there is no thought of quitting.



It doesnt make sense. I admit it. I really should just do my homework and find a nice internship for the summer. I should call my girlfriend more and look at settling down. At 22, I should seek out a good career or a masters degree and not indulge every whim to go hide at the bottom of a cliff face every possible weekend, accomplishing nothing. The only real benefits to climbing are that my handshake is absurdly strong, pull-ups are easy and I can tie really cool knots. Not exactly big resume builders. Its hard to know what makes climbing so addicting, why climbers are some of the most devout followers of their sport out there, why we will put climbing ahead of everything else. Its hard to put into words, but if you dont want to become a lonely, destitute, dirtbag living in the back of an old pickup; if you dont want to lose your job, girlfriend, and respect of your parents, then dont try it. Not even once. Sound familiar?

Eric Engberg · Joined Apr 2009 · Points: 0 Apr 8, 2014 · Unknown Hometown doligo wrote: Not even close. Try B.A.S.E. jumping or powder skiing. Bingo. Or surfing - or any number of addictive life style anguished analysis writings that have been done for centuries. Cue Whymper and the Matterhorn Bingo. Or surfing - or any number of addictive life style anguished analysis writings that have been done for centuries. Cue Whymper and the Matterhorn

Jared Moore · Joined Aug 2013 · Points: 130 Apr 8, 2014 · Truckee, CA Well done, sir. I have thought about this before and can completely understand the feelings, especially in comparison with wanting to indulge in substances. You put it to words so well, though. Thanks!

Marta Reece · Joined Dec 2011 · Points: 2,370 Apr 8, 2014 · Las Cruces, NM Keep writing, Ryan Derrick. If you start a blog, I will follow it, and recommend it to my friends. Thanks for posting.

Jared Moore · Joined Aug 2013 · Points: 130 Apr 8, 2014 · Truckee, CA Marta Reece wrote: Keep writing, Ryan Derrick. If you start a blog, I will follow it, and recommend it to my friends. Thanks for posting. I do concur. I do concur.

SM Ryan · Joined Jul 2008 · Points: 1,090 Apr 8, 2014 · Unknown Hometown Hmm, maybe you should finish your homework, graduate and go climb for a couple of years. You are only 22, even if you give in and go climb you can still have a job, house, wife, kids and become a contributing member of society.



It is really not an either/or proposition. I guess at 22, it might feel like that.

Keithb00ne Boone · Joined Jul 2013 · Points: 166 Apr 8, 2014 · Las Vegas, NV SMR wrote: Hmm, maybe you should finish your homework, graduate and go climb for a couple of years. You are only 22, even if you give in and go climb you can still have a job, house, wife, kids and become a contributing member of society. It is really not an either/or proposition. I guess at 22, it might feel like that. I disagree about the kids part. Job, house and wife, yes. I disagree about the kids part. Job, house and wife, yes.

DanielRich · Joined Aug 2008 · Points: 5 Apr 8, 2014 · Unknown Hometown Keithb00ne wrote: I disagree about the kids part. Job, house and wife, yes. I disagree about your disagreement about the kids. :)



My kids who are 2 and 4 which is arguably one of that harder ages to climb with kids love to screw around on the bouldering wall. I hit the gym with the family before work and then the wife and kids head home to watch cartoons while I head to work. We will see as they get older it may get harder, but I have found the key to doing things with a family are finding ways to make it fun for everyone b/c if it is fun for everyone then it just happens without too much effort.



The 2 year old can't really do much climbing but he loves for me to take him over to the steep cave and lift him up to a jug so he can hang on and then giggle like crazy once he falls and hits the mat. I disagree about your disagreement about the kids. :)My kids who are 2 and 4 which is arguably one of that harder ages to climb with kids love to screw around on the bouldering wall. I hit the gym with the family before work and then the wife and kids head home to watch cartoons while I head to work. We will see as they get older it may get harder, but I have found the key to doing things with a family are finding ways to make it fun for everyone b/c if it is fun for everyone then it just happens without too much effort.The 2 year old can't really do much climbing but he loves for me to take him over to the steep cave and lift him up to a jug so he can hang on and then giggle like crazy once he falls and hits the mat.

leon · Joined Apr 2014 · Points: 15 Apr 8, 2014 · Unknown Hometown Well, I climb responsibly!

And...If you are a fuck up you will be a fuck up in any areas in life. Be it climbing, drugs , work or kids. Have you heard of "professional students" who have gazillion degrees but work at Starbucks? Also, if you have to keep reminding yourself to call your girlfriend then get another girlfriend.

Brendan Magee · Joined Jun 2013 · Points: 0 Apr 8, 2014 · Parker, CO No kids yet but I am able to manage climbing, wife, dog, apartment, family (parents, siblings, and in-laws), and career. Of course I think about the dirtbag lifestyle but it is nice to have roots and stability somewhere. People think the grass is always greener on the other side until they are on the other side.

AST · Joined Sep 2010 · Points: 0 Apr 8, 2014 · Unknown Hometown I personally went from being a climbing addict for 10 years, to a drug addict (opiates) for 4, then (eventually) back to a climbing addict.



The two have at least as much in common as OP says.



When I finally quit opiates and got back into sports, it was climbing and road riding. Both are activities where one can easily lose their life or at least get very badly hurt.



Like a lot of former addicts, the thrill / rush / post activity high of exercise became the substitute for drugs.



The irony that I could experience an equal/better high while sitting safely on my couch and not risking a wreck / fall was not lost on me. I always felt the likelihood of losing everything to drugs was more or less equal to losing everything to an accident on my bike or on a cliff.



In fact, climbing put me in a body cast for 4 months once, and left me fairly disabled for almost a year total. Opiates never had such a detrimental effect.

leon · Joined Apr 2014 · Points: 15 Apr 8, 2014 · Unknown Hometown ^^^^ ..and there is always gambling and loose women if nothing else thrills you!