One morning Amy and I went for a run together. We don't get to run together much because of work schedules, and driving the kids around after school. We talked about stuff. I don't really remember what stuff. Just stuff.
I do remember one topic though. I think the reason I remember it is because I figured I was in for a lecture. We were talking about our climbing trip with Mike and Terry. I said that I had forgotten to wear my helmet, and that it was becoming a habit.
Amy said it was because of Kent. Kent doesn't wear a helmet, and thinks it's ridiculous. That's good enough for me. He's a trauma surgeon after all. Mike doesn't wear one either. I think it just has to do with the time they both started climbing. They are about the same age, and no one wore a helmet when they started.
Regardless, I like both of these guys quite a lot. I've always said that Kent is the big brother I always wanted. Turns out Mike is the other big brother I wanted too. Maybe I'll start slowly and quit wearing my helmet for sport climbing.
Check out the above pic of Kent. Now you see what I mean.
1 comment:
I'm glad that I could be responsible for one of your faults. I'm been comfortable in that role on many occasions, in many relationships. I think your assessment of why I don't wear a helmet (I do wear one on big walls) is correct--but I will probably need to reform due to their overwhelming use. You did not mention the reason for the above photo--the excellent backpack I'm holding was gifted to me by you.
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