Rocks & Clocks 

Today I went to hang out with Kristen Stewart at the FOX lot. Upon arrival I immediately noticed something awesome...

One of those handy "we bring the wall to you" rock climbing companies had set up a wall.

Jessica: Dude, can we climb that or what?
Rock Climber Dude: Yes, you guys can climb it.
Jessica: That's what I thought.

Excited at a chance to actually use my muscles for something, I tossed my stuff aside, kicked off my stupid fancy shoes and anxiously waited to gear up. My competitive spirit rose and my fingers tingled as I tied up a loaner pair of purple rock climbing shoes. It's go time, baby! Of course I didn't say that out loud. That would have been lame. Although I'm sure I could have pulled it off.

Harnessing up, I couldn't help but feel even more excited. I have been repelling, but that's a different gig. I had never climbed a rock wall. This was definitely a scene out of Alias or something else way cool where I was going to kick some ass. And perhaps save the world. Kristen gave me a few tips and we went for it. She was faster, but Kristen's great at climbing. You might be too if you got to learn to climb for a movie. I wasn't bad and, of course, made it to the top.

It was pretty much a beginners wall and we only climbed for a few minutes, but it was enough to wake something up... something that had been sleeping...

Since moving to LA and focusing on performance I haven't been playing on any sports teams. I hate the gym. I can't go running around my house because it's straight up or downhill. The closest parks are all about 7 miles/30 minutes away. None of my friends like to play dodgeball. (Yeah, I know, WTF is up with that?) It's been too long. My athleticism used to be a good portion of my identity.

I don't think I can call myself an athlete anymore.

I went home, wrapped my fingers around my softball bat, took a few swings, cringed at my rusty fundamentals and vowed to go to the batting cages this weekend. I also bought a basketball so that I can kill some people at HORSE. And by people, I mean whoever is at the playground. (AKA 13-year-olds.) Playing sports feels damn good. I can't believe I've let my skills freeze.

So that comes to today's lesson. Yep, you're damn skippy: This is what I call a "serious post," so you are going to learn something. Lesson: Don't fall asleep. Don't forget what you once worked so hard to learn. You never know when you'll need said talent to thwart some evil guy's plan for world domination.

"A thing is about to happen which has not happened since the Elder Days: the Ents are going to wake up and find that they are strong."

See? It even happens to trees. So it could definitely happen to you. I'm going to get cracking on reviving my sports muscle memory. After all, My Death Clock is ticking away.

Class dismissed. Go climb something.

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