Last saturday, while swimming at my favourite Baderhalle at StadtBade Tiergarten (not at all close to Tiergarten, more like in Moabit), I remembered that there is a Kletterhalle quite proximate to the pool. The DAV Kletterzentrum. I decided to go inside and see what it looked like, and I also asked some questions of the receptionist, who kindly spoke English with me. She told me they offered an introductory 2-hour beginner’s course every Saturday, and I decided on the spot that I would register!
So, yesterday I went back to the Kletterhalle! I was feeling quite nervous, as I have never done any climbing, let alone in German, but I managed to pay my entrance and rent a pair of shoes. The group was 6 people in total, all beginners, and one trainer – NOBODY spoke English! eep.
The kletterhalle is beautiful, by the way. It is about 4 storeys high, with skylights at the top, and various coloured and contoured grips and textures all the way up. Each series of coloured „rocks“ is rated according to difficulty, which I imagine is based on the size of the grip – how much stuff is sticking out from the wall / how easy it is to hold onto – and how far apart these are spaced.
We all began in the upstairs room, a smaller space with a thick foam mat on the ground. Here we could try „bouldering“, which is basically the same as climbing, but without the safety of a harness and rope system. I was nervous, at first, because I thought there would be some kind of skill-set that I would need to be schooled in before being allowed to touch a plastic rock, but nope! It was completely intuitive, which, I’ve got to say, made me happy, because I was so nervous about not understanding (that much) German. So I began bouldering away. It was totally fun, and also scary. I was trembling a bit and sweating a lot. I found my way up, but then was nervous and couldn’t be certain I would be able to descend, but the trainer spotted me should I wish to jump down onto the padded floor, and I actually did find the footholds to return to the ground.
The next step was climbing, which we did in groups of three. We all wore harnesses, with one person climbing, and two people belaying the rope. The walls were much higher, although when climbing it was easy to forget how high I got until I looked down. Then I got nervous! However it was nothing compared to one woman who got about a meter up the wall and started hyperventilating and crying. (She got a LOT better, and more comfortable by the end of the course, but I was concerned about her at the beginning).
At first felt intimidated by how far apart each grip was – I attributed this to my being short. The trainer encouraged me, saying it really wasn’t about how tall I was, but more about dynamism, mental confidence, and flexibility. She also said that when the body gets nervous it contracts, and the arms and legs stiffen and pull in. As I said, so long as I continued to focus on the wall directly above and in front of me, I remained calm. I began trying to pull myself up, puzzling out the relationship between my bodyweight and the series of grips to find the best positions from which to jump for the grips that were harder to reach. I climbed the wall several times, and the descent was like being on a movie set for spiderman or something! You just hung from the harness and jumped away from the wall while the people on the ground (and the magic carabiner) helped fly you down.
I felt safe the whole time. I scraped a bit of skin on my knee at one point, but mostly I was very proud of myself!