Oh boy where would I be without this sport? Almost definetly not where I am today, that’s for sure. I started slacklining in The Spot in Boulder, Co which is just a bouldering gym in boulder. Everytime my forearms were too tored to continue i just jumped onto the slackline and tried my luck. I was terrible at first, but who isn’t. My progress was a ton of fun for the forst couple of weeks, eventually walking on full length, then learning to turn around, and finally to walk it on back. It was exciting so i went out and peiced together my first primitive kit from rei with some tubular webbing. I got better but felt maxed out at times cause i could walk it well at max length, not knowing there was no such thing as maxed out. Regardless i eventually stopped walking it so much cause it lost oart of its allure for me.
A couple of years go by and I was with my family for christmas and I was just browsing google and climbing photos when I saw a picture of a highliner with a climber climbing behind him. I knew right there and then that is what i wanted to do, highline. I even told my family jokingly and they were sure i was joking... Well went back to colorado and a few months later i found the local slackfam and life has never been the same since. I found a community of people who were caring, inspiring, and fun. They went out of their way to teach me all aspects of the sport and always cheered me on.
From there highlining became incredibly challenging because I am terribly afraid of heights so it is an amazingly hard enternal struggle but as soon as it started to click it became the most exhillerating thing i have ever done and I knew it was the sport for me.
Now a days I look back on my childhood and remeber all the weird things I walked on top of or wanted to walk on top of and think to myself ”You wrre meant to be a slacker, always”. It’s also incredibly nice to know there are others out there like me.