Velcro, Trust and a Climbing Harness

My rear looks big in a climbing harness that is the only conclusion I can draw from years of trying to look cool in one. Not only does it really do nothing for my sauntering style, but it also puffs out my trousers in all the wrong places. Granted, I hear it’s much worse for men.

If you wear a climbing harness with a Velcro bit at the front, as you lean over the edge you will hear the distinct rip of that Velcro coming apart. Given the situation I think that is a little unfair, or maybe it’s just a strange lesson in trust. The Velcro isn’t really what is holding you, you are apparently totally safe.

Trust exercises teach us to simply fall back and our friend will scoop us up from peril. I refuse to take part in these games. I claim I do not need a physical action to demonstrate trust. Secretly it is because once in school I was dropped and had a nasty bump on the back of the head for several days following. No excuse really, I’m quite light.

So did this one action and the resulting bruises mean I can never trust again? No. So this weekend I allowed the Velcro of the climbing harness to rip, and I allowed myself to be caught once more, and am still entirely bruise less.

It may take time allow bruised trust and bruised ego to heal, but if you never give it a go again, you can only say you’ve never been proved wrong.