“I am Batman!” I
called out in triumphal determination. I
closed my eyes and pictured this summer’s blockbuster. I was resolved to press on just like
Christian Bale as he pulled himself out of the Pit to freedom. Only a few more hurdles left.
“Ahh!” I grunted as I
pulled my body up and over an outcropping in the wall. “Almost there!” I told my muscles between clenched teeth as
they ached and shook in rebellion.
A cheer rose from the ground as my spotter and I worked as
team to scale the wall. “Good job Jenny!” His words carried me as much as my
harness. As I repositioned my arms and
legs to new heights, my spotter responded with an uplifting hoist. My muscles continued to throb and spasm.
“I am Batman!” I
called out again, almost in defiance, trying to convince myself and my muscles
of the ability to continue.
“You’re Batman!” Encouragement rose from underneath.
Looking up, I could finally see the top of the wall; a
wooden picket fence lay ahead with a bell hanging from above.
“Grab the wooden bars and pull yourself up!”
I closed my eyes, picturing my final push to the top that
had played in my mind on repeat over and over as June turned into July and
suddenly transformed into August. With my last burst of energy, I gripped the
bars and raised myself to the top! I
rang the bell, signaling my victory for all its worth.
Photo by: J. DeChamplain
I loved your testimony about the rock climbing at camp. I had not heard that you tried the wall!! Great job!
ReplyDeleteThanks Marie! I think we were all so busy in the afternoon with our campers that it was hard to keep tabs on everything everyone was doing!
ReplyDeleteAwesome, Jenny! I have always wanted to climb a wall, too, so next time I am coming with you!
ReplyDeleteLet's do it! Just to warn you: I was bruised in places I didn't know were possible and I couldn't hold a pen for a few days because it hurt to squeeze my hand closed but it was totally worth it!
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