Failure #3

I actually have not failed enough to write about it today. Don't get me wrong, the nights not over, it just hasn't happened yet. But fear not my faithful followers (both of you) I have many a past fails to tell. This particular failure of which I'm about to inform you of, actually has a video lurking around somewhere in a friends house. I have yet to see this video but if I ever get ahold of it... rest assured it will be burned. That being said, on to the story.
It was a few years ago. The summer before my junior year maybe (idk...I've never been good with time) A couple of friends and I went on a camping trip to Inlet NY. This name actually has alot of significance to it because the two friends I went with, happened to be my best friends named Lisa and Erik. Together we called ourselves LET (I'll let you figure that one out). It was a great weekend and I was sad to leave, but as we were driving we passed this HUGE rock. We being the exciting, adventurous, cool kids we were, decided itd be a good idea to climb it. My cousin Erik (yea, not just best friend, blood relative) is pretty tall and so he helped Lisa (who is barely 5') get up. And she managed to climb up it with little difficulty. Then Joely (Lisa's younger sister) got up. Well she was little, so it wasnt hard for her to be hoisted up. Then it was my turn.
Now I'm 5'10" and not small...at all. I'm a pretty big person to put it nicely. I'm also...athletically challenged (Although I did win an award for gym class...rofl). So it took a little more effort to get me on this rock. I mean, my cousin tried to help, really he did. But the world was pretty much working against him, especially the laws of gravity, not to mention murphys law which pretty much is the story of my life.
I'm trying so desperately hard right now to think of a way to describe to you how pathetic my attempts were. Because I remember trying and trying and just... not being able to move further up that rock. I mostly remember laughing. Alot. Which dosnt help you when you're trying to climb up something as massive as this rock. I remember hanging off of the edge, my cousin trying as hard as he could to push me up but I just was not budging. I vaguely remember screaming encouraging words to him. Things like "Push! You can do it! Ahhh Help me! I'm slipping! Erik you better not drop me or I'll hate you!" Probably something along those lines...
Well guess what.
He dropped me.
And can I say... sliding down a rock on your stomach...is kind of painful.
But I'm a big believer in "If you fall off your horse you just get back on" (lol not really) but we tried again anyway. And eventually...with the help of EVERYONE, I did manage to get onto that rock.

So failure #3 would be....failure to rock climb.

Although again...I technically succeeded, because I did get on top of that rock.


***Just to clarify that picture is completely authentic. That is indeed me hanging off that rock.***