Obsession

Today, I didn't have much to do. I woke up at 11 (on purpose) at the firehouse, went home, checked my mail, went to the post office, Five Guys for lunch, then came back to prime my furnace with my landlord/friend. After that, well, I did very little productive work. One thing I did that has been on my mind the past couple of weeks was lay out my climbing gear and check out the equipment I'd use for ice climbing. After sitting like a child Indian-style around wall-to-wall climbing gear spread out over my carpet, I decided to some ice-climbing related "things" to pass the time. I pulled out all the clothing I'd wear for a 10-15 degree day sans strong winds. I got dressed, then I practiced knot-craft with my gloves, clipping and unclipping carabiners with my gloves, ice-axe handling, hooking, I did ice-axe pull-ups on a tree branch with everything on including a backpack, I went crazy. It's a good thing not many people can see me in my yard unless they try hard enough because I looked ridiculous. But I was having a blast. Said ridiculousness, however, led me to ask myself the question as to whether or not I was obsessed with climbing or not. Sure, I've been saying it for years but have I reached a level where that healthy obsession has become something obnoxious for others to deal with or something that has consumed my life? Haha, is their such a thing as an unhealthy obsession with climbing? I'm sure a lot of dirt-bag climbers out there would beg to differ. I guess until 12-step programs are advertised for climbers I'm pretty safe. Anyways, who's up for some New Hampshire ice climbing this month?