Climbing's Send-at-All-Costs Culture Almost Ruined Me
In my late twenties, after a decade of pushing the limits of climbing, my body started to break down. Tendons, ligaments, bones—they all started to collapse after 15 years of deprivation. My climbing cascaded from elite to elementary in a matter of months. Depressed and harboring self-harmful thoughts, I gained weight. I’d overhear people say, “What happened to Beth? She’s really let herself go.” Unable to perform, my pay was understandably cut. I felt like damaged goods.