How do you know you are hopelessly hooked on climbing?

When you look back on when you first started climbing and think "Well, thank God I learned to not climb for 5 days straight and to warm up before I was strong enough to really hurt myself."

Old lady H wrote:When.... When.... Man, this is worse than AA. Whew! Allright, when.... You see THIS in a parking lot, a shopping center parking lot, and your brain says: "Hey, bet if ya sit on the pavement, grab that pointy bit on the left...hmmm... could maybe practice some heel hooks!" Hopeless. Hooked. Sheesh. And it's snowing. Again. Please kidnap me? OLH

When during injury recovery you are planning an even bigger climb.

When you are a skier and no longer depresses that winter is coming to an end

waldo wrote:When you take a three dollar an hour pay cut bucause your new job allows you to climb at work.

1) When you play with your wife's Boobs and grab them as slopers.

2) When you are having the intimate moment and suddenly the projects gets in your mind and start mimicking the moves and grabbing wifes left boob as wide pinch, and crimping right nipple.

llanSan wrote:1) When you play with your wife's Boobs and grab them as slopers. 2) When you are having the intimate moment and suddenly the projects gets in your mind and start mimicking the moves and grabbing wifes left boob as wide pinch, and crimping right nipple.

When you knock on the front door of the house down to the road just to ask the owner if you can climb the big rock in his front yard.

I was very happy when he smirked and responded with "There's a v1 crack, v3 arête, and Id say the face runs at around v5"

coreyt1337 wrote:

When you knock on the front door of the house down to the road just to ask the owner if you can climb the big rock in his front yard.

I was very happy when he smirked and responded with "There's a v1 crack, v3 arête, and Id say the face runs at around v5"

That guy deserves a beer.

When you are ready and waiting for your MP climbing date...

Forty minutes ahead.

:-)

EDIT to add: and, the hopelessly hooked on the other end sends a text "be there shortly" almost forty minutes early, while you are typing the above on MP!

I could just say, when you could post on this thread weekly, and still find climbing creeping into...everything.

Yet another:

I pulled into the REI parking lot recently, just to send a text message. Right across from me was a vehicle that just screamed "dirtbag", with Virginia license plates.

Emerging from the vehicle, a guy who, well, looked as "dirtbag" as his vehicle.

I can't stand it, so I get out, smile, walk over, and say something about the plates and welcome to Idaho. Tiny bit of friendly chit chat.

Then I ask, "do you rock climb?"

A guarded reply: "a little..."

I stick out my hand, say "I'm Old Lady H, on Mountain Project", as we are shaking hands.

"Oh. Ohhhh!" And the grin of recognition at a fellow climber.

Hopelessly.

Hooked.

Best, OLH 

When everything around you looks like a climb brick walls, kitchen counters, trees, power lines, doorways...LOL

Anus Herder wrote:

When it hurts to poo and the only thing you can do is go for the #3 cam stuck on Heavy Weather in Eldo, to make it feel real.

wwwttddffff?

I have twist on the old mathematician's joke, What does a constipated ice climber do?          Well ,?, can you guess  ? ,I  They use Tools to work it out  - but as to the topic : I know I'm still totally obsessed when -after @ least 5yrs of visiting this spot,  I've got point out this

When your right ring finger knuckle has been annoying you for so many weeks you finally figure out it might be your first climbing hand injury and not just old age.

And that makes you smile.

OLH

When your wife whom you have been married for over ten years says she's filling for divorce and you get busy calculating the time that would free up for you to climb.

When your feet are more in the air than in the ground.

while on a road-trip driving through flat land in WY this past week I followed a misplaced mountainproject area pin 50 minutes off the highway on a dirt-road toward a private ranch hoping that a spire would magically appear.  The rancher thought I was a nutcase for looking for rocks out there.  Turns out the misplaced gps location was meant for the needles in SD, now I'm going to have to go back and find it!  You know you are hopelessly hooked when you will spend hours to get on a single pitch when you are jonesn' for some climbing!

Chase D wrote: I find cam placements all over my house (eg a thin slot between a book shelf and wall). I'm constantly looking at things and saying yep, a .5 would fit there perfectly

I have a PERFECT .4 placement right under my car radio!!! Such perfect fingers!!!