I ruptured my Achilles tendon 6 months ago in a climbing fall on Magic Line, then I tore it again 5 weeks later trying to climb in my orthopedic boot. For the first time since I was a little kid I decided I should put climbing on hold, let my body heal and see what time off would do to my motivation. So I focused on family and work and was pleasantly surprised that my morale seemed to hold steady. Maybe climbing isn’t critical to my happiness? As I healed and started to make it back into the mountains I felt a intense excitement that only time off can bring. Things were going well. I was making big plans. Then last week in physical therapy I was hopping on one foot when we herd a loud snap-like a breaking twig. I knew immediately what this meant. Another surgery and six more months of rehab before I can properly climb. In that moment my morale finally dipped. I haven’t been talking about this injury publicly because I figured what’s the point. These days I prefer my stories to either spread stoke or activate our community to get involved in environmental issues. And I’ve become increasingly disenfranchised by social media. But when I think back to when I first started using Social Media on The Dawn Wall I remember a incredible shared energy. Is that kind of positivity still possible in this weird algorithm controlled platform that seems more about making money than it is about telling stories and connecting people? We’ll, I could use some of that good old fashioned community stoke right now. I turned 44 a couple days ago and coming back from a year long injury is bound to be harder than it once was. But overcoming hard things is kind of what I do. So I’m thinking I’ll giving it another try. Tell this story of recovery the same way I used to tell stories of adventures. Stay tuned. 1st 📸 @jessglassberg