The rope was just there. Thick. Rough. From ground to ceiling. So basic. So high school. So intimidating. But one hand over the other. One foot hold on top of the other and slowly you inch your way, like a caterpillar, up the rope to touch the medal bar at the ceiling top.
One inch at a time. One hand grip at a time. One foot and leg movement at a time. You feel the burn all the way through your body. You feel the rope rubbing your leg and you just know there will be a "rope tatoo" there by the time you are done.
You want to stop. But you don't want to stop.
And such is life.
Sometimes we get through the moment..the crisis..the challenge by just putting one hand over the other, one step in front of the last one and inching our way along.
While others see the "rope" and give up after the first inch or refuse to even start because of the way it looks, you grab the challenge, take a look inside, shrug your shoulders, say "why not" and go for it.
So, go for it!
An ageless experiment.