So I am a little psychic...

Last night I crossed another thing off my “Bucket List”…

I went rock climbing…well not true rocking climbing…just up some rock walls…

I went as part of a MOM’s Night Out for my Multiples Group…

Being that I am well as Cartman would say “pleasantly plump” I was a little worried…

You see three members went to class to learn to Belay…that is be your anchor when your ass is up on a wall…one of the women, K is like half my size and I very seriously asked her “Is it going to work because I just envision my fat ass making you fly across the room”

I was told – it will work – everything will be fine…

So I get to the place – where I go to put the harness they gave me on and realize I can’t get it past my “womanly” hips…so I have to slink back to the counter and ask the very nice woman “Excuse me, do you have a WIDE LOAD size harness” – and gee lucky me they did…

So my first time up I go up about ¾ up the wall and then I look back and down.

BIG FREAKIN MISTAKE…

Have a mini panic attack (umm did I mention I am scared of heights…oh and bridges…and spiders…) and tell them I am coming down…and magically I make it down and think about kissing the floor…

After awhile decide ok I’ll give it another try – get half way up before I decide to give up…

Third time…it’s always a charm right…

Well K tells me – I’ll Belay you (other members did it the previous times)…I look at her – taking in all her skinniness and say “are you sure”….once again she says “it will be fine”

So I get all hooked up and climb up the wall…made it almost to the top and decide to come back down…so I yell down…get the thumbs up ok for me to come on down…

So I start coming down and notice K is giving me a little more slack…so I lean back a little more to come down a little faster…when out of the corner of my eye I see….

K FLYING….

And then I drop about 3 feet and bang against the wall and the harness goes up my crotchatal area...as I hear one of the instructors running over while yelling “grab the wall”…hey man I am trying, I am trying….At this point I am thinking I am really, really glad I had a C-section or else I probably would have peed myself…

So there I am clinging to the wall with a crotch wedgie…K is standing there with the look of terror in her eyes, holding her right hand away from the belay and the instructor is grabbing the rope…

I am gently lowered back down to the earth.

I am trembling – K is trembling and her hand looks a bit swollen…and she keeps apologizing to me…

What happened?…turns out K had a little slack in her anchor rope…which allowed her to be flung forward when she had my full cow-riffic weight on the rope…she grabbed the belay which in turn pulled her hand up into it and pinched it but good…

So my prediction came true …sort of…

Would I do it again…I don’t know…but if I did…I would totally let K belay me again…I trust her :)

But for now...I can say I have rock climbed...with an added bonus...with TC being laid up for awhile because of shoulder surgey...that's the most action my crotch has gotten in weeks...