Buckets of Sweat

My sweat glands always decide to release all at once. I don’t sweat much during the day, even when I go for a run, unless I’m doing sprints I don’t really sweat a lot. But when I do other sports, sports that I don’t think I can do well and then I succeed, well, I sweat. I sweat the success. I think my body hits a button, the adrenaline, holy shit I just climbed that rock, button. And I start to sweat, and because of my smile I taste it and the saltiness tastes good.

This past weekend I spent in Ashland, Oregon visiting my awesome big brother, Zane. In the past few weeks he’s gotten super into rock climbing and decided to spread the love when we rented shoes and hit the trail at Rattlesnake to climb some rocks. I’m not very good. I’m not horrible, but I’m not very good. I sat around the majority of the day lacking the confidence to try many routes, watched the boys climb, and enjoyed the Oregon sunshine. Finally, Zane found me a 5.8 to top rope. It was a short little thing, but it was a challenge for a novice like me.

 “On belay?”

 “Belay on,”

 “Climbing,”

“Climb on, sistah!!” and off I went. Falling, slipping, getting my fingers stuck in holds I thought I could use. Never once did my brother stop the encouragement, never once did I believe him when he said he knew I could do it! He was a voice of power from below. A voice I needed to get me a few inches higher off the ground.

Finally, what seemed like hours later, the sweat came. The sweat that felt like it could fill buckets, the sweat that got me up the rest of the rock, the last few hold, I touched the anchor and looked down at my brother—his smile was as big as mine, his effort was just as needed as my effort. His encouragement got me up the rock; along with my muscles!

This was just one moment, of many, that I had over the weekend where accomplishment seemed so far away. By doing, pushing and finding out what I am capable I’ve brought it back with me to the east coast. I CAN step up my work outs, I CAN power through and succeed, I CAN beat this damn stress fracture and bounce back even stronger!

Go out and do something you don’t think you can. Take an encouraging person with you and use each other, feed off each other’s support and positive words. You CAN do it, put your head down and power through—I know you can finish!

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5 thoughts on “Buckets of Sweat

  1. I always sweat buckets about 2/3 through a climb. Even if it is freezing out. Its hard!

  2. Hey, Sloan great blog. I just want to reflect on my adventure race this weekend. 60+ miles in Ohiopyle. This was my first solo. And the moment I didn’t think I couldn’t go any further, a 6 mile incline on mtn bike, that I crashed and landed on my back. I laid there for what seemed like an hour, thinking how long it would be for some one to show up and just pick me up. Then I realized I was about at mile 25 almost half way. I slowly picked myself up and pushed my bike up and up and up and up, the only person pushing me was me and when I hit that point at the State Park I knew it was all down hill. 30 miles to go!!!!! YEA HA!!!! Little did I know what was ahead. It was a soul opening experience and I’ll do it again. It’s amazing what we can do when we let the mind open up and let the body go. See you at nationals!!!!! And I will have red wine.

    • Mike, that’s awsome! Congrats on the race! I hope to do an adventure race some time soon. But I’m pretty sure I would get super lost in the woods!

  3. Whew,….glad it was you two climbing,…..!! You won’t see ME doing that….YIKES!! Sounds like you guys had a GREAT time.

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