🧗♀️ The Wall Doesn’t Care How Old You Are: Precerpt from Grandma's Ninja Training Diary (Leaver)

Reflections on Strategy, Gravity, and the Art of Falling at 75 I haven’t been back to the rock gym in a while—it’s thirty miles out, and other demands have crept in—but the wall is still in me. I think about climbing often: the problem-solving, the weight shifts, the quiet math of reach and momentum. What stays with me most, though, is this truth—climbing walls don’t care how old you are. They don’t care if your arms are short, your knees creaky, or your ID says you’ve been around for seven and a half decades. All a wall asks is: what’s your next move? 🦵 Planning Beats Reach I climb slow. Not out of hesitation, but precision. I have proportionally short arms for climbing, so getting high means using my legs as leverage—sometimes even when there’s no foothold. That’s where strategy takes over. I’ve learned that leg pressure can transform vertical surfaces into temporary holds. In biomechanical terms, it’s dynamic friction: your momentum temporarily overtakes gravity, letting the wa...