ROCKIN AND ROLLIN
IT TAKES A FEW STRONG WORDS WITH MYSELF TO QUASH THE ANXIETY THAT'S RISING IN MY GUT
the middle of a rising slab of rock, I dig my fingers as deeply as I can into the shallow crack, feeling around for grip and praying that the vicious wind whipping across me will abate soon. The bike that’s strapped to my back is acting like a kite and I’m worried that if I relax even for a second, a rogue gust will drag me clean off the face. Pushing my body in closer to the rock, it takes a few strong words with myself to quash the anxiety that’s rising in my gut. As a rock climber I know all too well that what situations like this call for – besides steely finger tendons and steadfast endurance, of course – is a cool head and a relaxed approach. “Fear won’t do you any good” is an old adage we love to throw around in the pub, but let me tell you, when you’re 30 metres off the deck and
