I stand on the floor, fingers curled around the start holds. Carabiners locked. Leg locked.
"Climbing!" I call.
And whoever's belaying me -- Sarah, or Sara, or Marian, or Jacki, or Peet, or Julia, or Carly, or Alyson, or Jake -- calls back.
"Climb on!"
Those two small words launch me up the rock wall.
My goal this summer had nothing to do with climbing...