“Why do we face pain?”, I asked myself as I carried myself to the climbing wall again. Over the past few days, I had been going through a minor existential crisis on pain.
At a basic level, I knew why we faced pain. We face pain to get stronger and better at our sport. Duh. I even understood the Buddhist precept that life is suffering.
However, the basic answers were just not cutting it today.
I walked back to the problem (a V6) in despair.
“Why do we face pain?”, I asked myself.
“We just do.”
My unconscious had somehow produced the answer.
THERE IS NO WHY. There is just a lot of pain.
With that answer, I faced the problem again. It hurt. It sincerely f**king hurt.
After failing to get the problem again, I went home and knocked out 100 pull-ups.
Was there a why to the pain? Nope. It just f**king hurt.
[Image of me completing a V4 Pink Dyno rockclimbing problem]