Super Human Bean
Current mood: adventurous
Category: Writing and Poetry

I carefully peeked over the edge and imagined so many possible outcomes of the present situation I found myself in. As I positioned my body on the tip of the rock, I started to ponder the concept of balance. It's usually not a very good idea to ask such physiological questions when hanging on the edge of a cliff, but my vindictive dramatic mentality sprung the question for shits and giggles.

Erik and I hadn't had an adrenaline rush since the time we climbed our first rock. Today's list wasn't any different from the other times we had climbed. In fact, today's list did not include talking to strangers, nor climbing fatal rocks.

Perched on a boulder, enjoying the view, we peered over the flat edge and spotted Ana and Sean. Ana and Sean were there reason why our plans for a simple hike were altered.

"My friend here can teach you how to climb that rock from where I stand," Ana yelled from the foot of the rock directly below us.

My mind immediately interjects with the notion, but as my thoughts were assuring me that I didn't want to follow her plan, my mouth was betraying my feelings and being macho.

"I'm down."

We didn't chat too long, just enough to cover introduction FAQ's. I tried to stall but, Ana's face was already buried in the mountain. Although she was brave, she would frequently ask Sean for his help. Sean made the climb in what looked like one stretch.

Then it was our t u r n . . .

As I approached the rock, I couldn't hear the voices of Ana or Sean anymore. I decided I had to climb. I embraced the rock and felt every pocket and nook. I was shaking vigorously and I reeked with fear. Although, the shaking was making it impossible to get a firm grip, it was too late go back.

"You made me look like an amateur," Ana and Sean were audible again. I turned and saw Erik's head peer up from over the edge of the rock. We did it. We didn't rent, we owned.

Story Overview:

If you think that the moral of the story was to overcome the fear of climbing rocks and how it relates to overcoming personal barriers of success, then you are completely wrong.

If you think that the moral of this story was to brag about how I climbed this rock, then you are correct, and I win.