a jock moment

for starters...I've come to the realization that this blog thing is great for venting. My blogs were a big downer in the beginning, but I think venting has helped me to find inner peace...free food this whole week has helped too. Anyhow, here's a dumbass metaphor for life I was thinking about while driving back from the gym. I was just thinking about why I like the sports that I do. For example, I don't like cycling because people wear tight spandex and shave their legs. There's a lot more to it. There's the calm as the sun rises or sets...the wind in the air blowing through your wheels, the sound of asphalt being pushed aside by your tires, the way things look at different times of day...different angles. Rock climbing doesn't have as much interesting stuff, so you have to add more...metaphor to it. Rock climbing is a lot like med school...or life. You bust your ass to hang on for as long as you can...then you have to let go and start all over again. You don't really get anywhere...just climbing the same rock. For all the gunners out there...in indoor climbing...sure you make it to the top, but then you have to come back down. Does it really matter to the rock...or to anyone else besides yourself that you made it to the top? Heck, you can make an argument that it is easier and more fun to not climb to the top...but climbing to the top really isn't the point of climbing. It's to have fun...bond with your belayer, challenge yourself, and get some exercise. At the end of the day, you're not gonna remember how many ascents you've made. Applying that to life...are we climbing...racing towards the top of a wall that has a ceiling? Are we missing the big picture? Is the point to get to the top, or to make friends/family and have fun in the process. Sure, the view looks nice from the top...but you shouldn't forget the guy at the bottom who is holding your rope and keeping you up.

this has been a jock moment with Bender
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