(Medyo sabog ang pagkasulat)
The other day, I asked Dennis when he started climbing. I had a follow up question in mind, “How do you keep going?” Unfortunately, I never got to ask my follow up question. That’s because Dennis said that he’s been climbing just as long as I have. He started in 1998 with me and Aldwin.
Dennis is one of the pillars of the Rock Climbing community in the Philippines having owned his own boulder gym and organized national bouldering events among other things. He’s climbed and competed all around the world and had his “Sharma Experience” early on. All this made me think that he’s been around for so long; that he must have experienced this almost mythical “Glory Day” period of Philippine climbing that I’ve always heard of.
When I told him about what my follow up question was supposed to be, Dennis had no answers for me.
There was a time when the question was inverse. “How could you stop!?” I would always scream inside whenever I saw that a climber had turned into a shadow of their former selves. In my 11 years of climbing, I saw this much more than I’d have liked to. I saw it happen to climbers I looked up to, girlfriends, best friends and champions alike. It especially hurt with my peers.
The name Tagoy Ledesma comes to mind first. Tagoy was my first real “rival” in climbing. His cousin Pipoy was a talented climber who could beat us seemingly without trying but I always felt that Tagoy and I both had more heart than the others. It’s not just that we outlasted our peers and stayed in the sport longer than they did but we were both underdogs by nature. We had a good four year run placing one right after the other in junior national competitions but one year, the Bacolod climber just didn’t show up. Later, I competed against him again in an open men’s competition in Bacolod but by that time, I felt almost like I’d lapped him. I finished second and he finished eighth for that leg.
Meanwhile, being an Atenean was taking its toll on me. I was struggling to pass high school. The year that I won the X-games, I had no close friends until after I’d actually won. It’s hard to make friends when you sleep between classes, during recess and lunch and you have training after school.
The next season (from summer to August or September of second year high school) happened to be the first year that I decided to move on to open competitions and let the junior competitions ride in the back seat. I did pretty well for my first year. I ended up 6th in the climbing circuit that year (just one place from being on the national team) but at a price. I’d failed Araling Panlipunan. Taking summer classes wasn’t just bad for my records, it took a toll on my training too. I was afraid to fail.
The next year was third year high school. It was the year that all the teachers said that colleges looked at. I was afraid to fail. Come end of climbing season in august, I got into the national team but after that, I made a decision to stop climbing. Around this time, I was also having trouble with my climber girlfriend. I wasn’t that enthusiastic to climb anymore anyway. I still failed math and had to take summer classes. Meanwhile, my brother and sister were both honor students. My parents sort of accepted me as the one who doesn’t try hard enough at school but they kept on my ass anyway.
In retrospect, this is the first time I gave up on climbing as my life’s calling. Trying to get into Ateneo for collage was like a wakeup call. It was time to stop living in my childish fantasies of climbing with Chris Sharma and Katie Brown and Yuji Hirayama and Francois LeGrand in a magical land where there was no such thing as paying the bills or building a career.
In retrospect, because I gave it up so easily (I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would), I realized that I’d never be as passionate about climbing as I once was.
Along the way, my parents built and closed down 2 climbing gyms, my sister had her own issues with climbing, Hugo called me a bum who just slept and ate (which was true), I made a comeback but I also had and lost another climber girlfriend, Hugo had a falling out with my parents, he told me that he had nothing left to teach me, that I’d surpassed him and stopped coaching me, climbing in the Philippines began to die and I got into Ateneo and I became a mountaineer.
My sister became this kick ass national climber who competed internationally. Once, after watching her on the x-games, my dad asked me, “When are you gonna climb again?” I know he didn’t mean it but I felt so betrayed. Giving up climbing was the hardest decision I ever had to make and the easiest at the same time. Climbing was my passion but passing school and getting into Ateneo, that was me trying to be responsible. That was me trying to make my parents proud. A four letter word screeched in my head so loud that I could have stopped trying then and there just to spite him. But I didn’t. And despite that, I never really came back to climbing.
When I was just starting out, I told Hugo that I wanted to be like Simon Sandoval in ten years. Three or four years later, he told me to aim higher because I’d already reach that goal. With all due respect, he was wrong. Hugo spoke too soon. I might have been on my way but life got in the way.
Here I am now. I’m turning 23 in May.
I should be at the peak of my career but instead I’m starting over for the Nth time. For the past five years or so, I’ve been in limbo. I’ve been stopping and starting every couple of months. I’d train to get good enough to do some problems that most people can’t and just when I gain confidence, I’d stop. On 6 months, off 4, on 2 months, off 5, on and off and off and on.
I’m turning 23 and I ask, “How do I keep going?”
I can hear a faint echo, “How can you not?!”
I’m honestly not sure how relevant that voice is anymore.
Is this really the return of another comeback again?
