I am from the ATL, dirty dirty, south side. Before I was a climber of rocks I spent my days climbing trees. I was not a good tree climber. In fact I fell out of a good many of them. Undaunted, at the tender age of 12, I turned my attention to climbing with a rope, on rocks, for safety reasons more than anything. When I first started out, my plump demeanor held me back quite a bit. I had to rely on my charm, whit and fashion sense to get up the wall. With perseverance, a strong mental attitude and commitment I slowly crept my way up the climbing ranks. I will never forget the day that I was suddenly able to do 5 pull-ups and climb consistently for more than 3 minutes for endurance training. Climbing has evolved so much for me since then. No other sport constantly poses new and extremely difficult mental and physical challenges the way that climbing does. Well, maybe golf. But I don’t play golf. Climbing will always be a new experience and opportunity to grow and learn. Also, the kicks are rad. Heck; I’m really just in it for the fashion.