ベス・ロッデンさんのインスタグラム写真 - (ベス・ロッデンInstagram)「A few France pics and a Beth ramble… I had my first concussion nearly fifteen years ago and remember feeling completely embarrassed and ashamed because my foot slipped on a 5.9 and I shouldn't be slipping on something that easy. Or if I could slip on a beginner route, then I should be rad enough to at least not get hurt doing it because of course I'd be made fun of. I fell from a whopping four or five feet this week, pretty violently with my wrist, shoulder and head taking the first impact. I knew it wasn't great when I heard a distinct crack in my body when I landed. And when I couldn't concentrate and everything and everyone seemed so BRIGHT and LOUD I was pretty sure I had another concussion. I don't know when being ashamed of my continual injuries started to change, but it probably was a gradual shift like I've been having around my changing body, or around the fact that I'm okay admitting I’m scared a lot when I climb or have feelings other than zen and flow and positivity. That perhaps the tired dialogue that used to run through my head of hiding any flaws or vulnerability was the only way to go through life. I know there will be silver linings this time around as with all injuries, but I’ve also let myself feel sad and angry and wanting to blame something or someone, at the same time as finding joy in my newfound fashion of wearing random pieces of clothing over my eyes because the world is so BRIGHT. Concussions are such a weird and scary injury, and honestly my brain fog and fatigue feels a lot like the early days of motherhood, which just goes to show you how intense raising another human is. I’m sure there’s an amazing metaphor or tagline in there, but I don’t have the brain power to connect the dots right now. In the meantime, please send all audiobook recommendations my way since I'm supposed to be limiting my screens! // @outdoorresearch @yeti @metoliusclimbing @touchstoneclimbing @goclimbon @ospreypacks @lasportivana @bluewaterropes」4月1日 0時19分