Anouk Crosses the Gym Wall Sideways
The climbing wall in the gym was painted to look like a mountain, with colored plastic grips scattered over it like candy. Anouk had been on the wall once and had made it exactly two steps before looking down and freezing.
This time the instructor, Ms. Delgado, had a different plan. "We're going sideways today," she said. "It's called a traverse. You stay low, and your feet are never more than an arm's length from the mats."
Anouk strapped on her harness and checked her knots with Ms. Delgado. Then she put her left hand on a blue grip and her right foot on a yellow one. Her heart thumped like a drum. She slid a hand along to a green grip. Then a foot. Then the other hand.
"Look at your feet," called Ms. Delgado. "Don't look at the whole wall. Look at where your foot goes next."
That made it small. Instead of one enormous mountain, there was only a yellow grip, then a red one, then a bumpy white one. Her fingers began to ache a little, but her fear faded to a quiet hum.
When Anouk reached the far end of the wall, she touched the painted flag that marked the finish. She let go, dropped softly to the mat, and spun around to look back at the long line of grips she had crossed.
"That's a mountain," said Ms. Delgado, grinning, "for one afternoon."