We know that true character is revealed under pressure, so we force our protagonists to confront their deepest fear, then we crush them, just to see what they’re made of.
Well, what goes round, comes round… I’m about to find out if there’s any iron in my own filings.
I said yes to the climb, despite the fact that I’ve been backing away from precipices, anything higher than the teacup ride at the Ekka, and the windows of high rise, for more than thirty years.
I’m improving with the years, after giving abseiling a go, hurtling down the odd flying fox, and most recently, taking all the really big chair lifts on the ski fields of Niseko.
I figure August 13 will be my Acrophobic Graduation ceremony.
I will climb the Story Bridge, and finally kiss my fear of heights (or my ass) goodbye.