Showing posts with label climbing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label climbing. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Start of summer


I never thought that I would be friends with the universe at last. Probably because I allowed myself to be vulnerable to its fateful grasps. And look where it got me for the past two weeks? I found myself two happy places. I found my element, though I’m still teetering for balance, but with practice it would be as easy as pie. If I allow myself just to be.

What am I talking about in the first place? Well, I’d hate to go into details because… I’m still shy to do so. Hahahah! What the. But the point of the matter is, I’m able to allow myself to be vulnerably happy without fearing if some bad karma will just snatch it all away. Or if I deserve it or not. Okay, so I’m still blabbering. Maybe I’ll just give you some snapshots of what has been happening in my boring life for the past two weeks so you may get it:

I went to Bagasbas, Daet to take part on the 2nd Bagasbas Surf Festival last April 4-5, all the time thinking that I’m just there to enjoy the sand, the water and the people. I ended up joining a nationals climbing competition expecting nothing and decided to have the most fun out of it, and what did it reward me? A third place (along with an up-and –coming co-climber as well) in the Women’s Novice Difficulty climbing category. That was the first time I joined a competition without feeling too much pressure and all the time I was just damn happy. My heart was beating all that time not with wracking nerves but with anticipation. Winning a place was a major bonus, but hearing the people I became friends with at Daet cheering me on and joining in with my antics while I was struggling up the finals wall was my ultimate prize. I have to admit, it did pass my mind that I’d want to win a place, but it didn’t matter much. After that experience, I found something new in me. I was not usually the competitive type, and I backed away from any challenge most of my life, fearing the failure. But the feeling of knowing there’s a potential in me was intoxicating. I found out that I don’t have to be up for competition with any other person, but rather, I’m up for competition against myself. That way, I can better myself without the risk of having to lose myself to other people and take them for granted. And that I won’t have to be afraid if I lost or fail at all. It’s a part of what everyone goes through inside or outside any competition. It’s a part of life. From hereon, I can never look at climbing the same way again. I finally found a happy place.

Another is spending the Holy Week at my father’s province in San Andres, Catanduanes. It was the first time we spent the Lenten season there complete, with my older brother along. That was the chance for us to just be, as well. Though I’d snatch a few hours to do follow ups at work via broadband (which didn’t help much thanks for the weak signal), and so does my bro. Still, I found out I have the most amazingly dynamic and diverse family tree. Those who were supposed to stick together created their barriers in between, and those who were expected to be at opposite sides were the best of allies. I’m just lucky, and I’m taking advantage in every way possible. The more I see the family on my father’s side, the more I want to work hard for Erpat’s benefit. He didn’t get as much attention as he should in his position when he was young, and it breaks me up that he still has so much to give despite the lack of some things. I’d have to say, he’s the epitome of a big brother to his family. And he’s just too kind for his own good. Sometimes, we tell him so, but he’d retaliate by being hard on us so we’d think otherwise. The truth of the matter is, he’s a mamon, hehehe. And as for Kuya, he was able to grab an ample moment of relaxation during our mini-vacation. He’s been stressing himself so much with a lot of things and has been so serious with a lot of things, and that was his time to decompress. I’m glad he got it. He looked more like himself before adulthood caught up with him. Ermats, as usual, allowed herself to just loosen up as well, and become her klutzy own self. The Videoke queen as my uncle and aunt would tease her. And I have fallen crazy head over heels with my little cousins, all four devils of them. Twenty-four hours haven’t passed by and I already miss them. That’s what made my stay all the more wholesome and rewarding. Another thing I’m fascinated with is how my aunts, especially the youngest, would go around and with every turn on the street, she’d greet a person or two, then would whisper to me, “He’s a cousin from this side, and from that…” San Andres is like a big family compound. Everyone’s related, whether it be a good or bad side. But the connection is there, and that’s what matters.

Living there was a piece of cake, as long as you have the mucho dineros to support yourself every day. I could easily slip into the early waking hours and the early shut-off nights. Just give me the sun, the sea and the stars, and I’m done with. It’s the perfect breakaway from the city. How typical for me to say that. I guess that proves the point.

I’d have to say, everything looks different right now. I’m looking ahead with a new sight. A very positive one. I’m learning not to be afraid of risks or challenges anymore. I’m learning to embrace my mistakes and just go ahead. I’m learning life, as I should. Damn happy. Haha!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Idle hands

No, not the self-possessed murderous hand as the movie connotes. Though I don't wish my hands to be useless (much less murderous), especially when I'll be joining a climbing competition this weekend.

I'm scared shitless.

I had no training nor any purposeful exercise for the past week, and here I am having the audacity to join a nationals competition. NATIONALS. What's wrong with me?

One of the gym instructors told me that since I'll be there anyway, why not join in? Fine. I'll join the novice category, it's been ages since I last joined an individual competition, some other competitions I joined were in teams. at least I'd know I can finish up to 3 panels or so since it's a top rope category.

Then lightning struck, and rain falls hard at Bagasbas, Daet, where it will all happen. It has been like that since Tuesday, I was told. Now news got in that the route setters are contemplating on replacing the novice competition with the bouldering category rather than a top rope. Ten ten teeeeen. Boy, am I in trouble now. I haven't done any bouldering problems for, let's say, AGES?!? I was already set on enjoying myself once I get there. Now I'm at my toes with wracked nerves I've forgotten which way is up to down.

But then I remembered, I agreed to join because I decided to take risks now. And there's a goal that I need to accomplish before the year ends and if I don't act fast, next month will already be December. It's a project I intend to finish to the last detail.

"A goal properly set is already half-way reached."
Got stuck on me after reading it from a Tita Dine's Plurk. So I'm 50% almost there.
Ah heck, there's no use worrying about the competition. Might as well let it bring itself on and just try to have fun. And hope to God that I actually am 50% almost there.

Monday, March 9, 2009

In a crux

Change is something that’s inevitable. Especially when you’ve been gone a long time from the one you love, coming back is hard because you don’t know what to expect. Will it still be the same? Will it still feel the same? You’re lucky when you come back and still see the same things that you usually did as before. The familiarity of it aches inside you and it’s like you never left at all. It’s perfect. It’s heaven. It’s like coming home.

But change is inevitable. I’ve come back more than a month ago to the one I love dearly and diffidently. The time in between seems like ages last I remember before going on hiatus. But now I’ve decided to come back again and revive that love I painstakingly fell for several years ago. It’s far from perfect, it’s hotter than hell, but it’s still home. Is it still the same? No. Do I feel the same after coming back? Yes. But it will be hard work, harder than before. My love never truly died, it just stagnated in one corner of my being and survived. Coming back revived it like I was falling for the first time… all over again. Now the challenge is winning back the affections I lost. And the ultimate question will be: Would it still be worth it?

Like they say, if you love someone or something, you’ll fight for that love. But if that someone or something doesn’t love you back (or not anymore), will you still keep doing so?