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A Climbing Mind: Harnessing the power of change in your brain

words by Allan Evans.

Nature and nurture

As a counsellor most of my learning has predominantly been in psychology, however as I have grown in my practice, I have gained more interest in the biological aspect of the mind.
The nature vs nurture argument has been a long running debate, which in my humble opinion, as well as some experts, is that it’s not a case of one or the other, but an intertwining of both. As I began to take an interest in the teachings of neuroscientists and neurobiologists, a term kept appearing, neuroplasticity.

A google search led me to a Guardian article featuring Norman Doidge a psychiatrist who has written a number of books about neuroplasticity, what I read honestly blew my mind. I purchased and read his book ‘the brain that changes itself’, which blew my mind further.

What is Neuroplasticity?

In this artcile I’m going to give a basic example of what neuroplasticity is and summarise some of the information from his book and other sources, as well as some personal experience that will hopefully demonstrate the power of understanding this incredible function that our brains perform from the day we are born, right up until the day we die.


In essence neuroplasticity is quite simply the fact that the brain ‘can change itself’

For many years it was believed that certain parts of the brain controlled certain functions, such as sight, hearing, language, etc. While this is true to some degree, it was discovered through various experiments that our brains can change what part of the brain serves what function. An example being if someone lost their sight the brain has no reason to save that section of the brain for visual processing and will therefore use it for something else, like hearing or touch, which explains why it’s long been said that people without certain senses have other senses enhanced, it’s actually more that they have greater computing power for those senses.


It does this by creating new neural pathways, in the example of someone losing their sight, the neural pathways that had been created from birth will stop firing and the brain maps that had been created will weaken, giving space for new pathways and maps to form in that region of the brain. A term that’s used in the book is ‘neurons that fire together, wire together’. Meaning that they will create a strong bond. None of us remember learning to walk or talk, but when we were doing so new neural pathways were being created, those bonds are so strong now that unless we are walking on difficult terrain, we no longer need to make a conscious effort to walk.

Creating neural pathways


So how can we apply neuroplasticity to climbing? Depending on where you are on your climbing journey will of course play a factor, but the biggest thing you can do to improve your climbing, well is to climb more. Yes, I realise I’m not releasing some big secret here and many a trad dad will have preached this before me. But I think this is an important message to emphasise to new climbers, don’t worry about the fanciest shoes, or the chalk, or the training to be strong. Just climb as much as you can, create those neural pathways and make them strong through repetition. As I truly believe this will make the biggest difference and I feel this is applicable to all activities.

For the more experienced climber neuroplasticity can still play a role, the biggest one being visualisation, again nothing new here, but some people may not give visualisation much merit, because surely how does that work. Well in 1995 an experiment was conducted where a scientist got two groups who had never played the piano before. One group was asked to practice playing the piano and one group to just imagine playing the piano. Scans of the brain showed very similar neurological activity, where new brain maps were formed. The craziest part of this experiment was that both groups showed muscular strength growth, with the imagination group only being fractionally less than those that played.

So just imagining something can make you stronger.

Arguably the best technical climber in the world is Adam Ondra, for anyone who has watched ‘Age of Ondra’ was
probably quite amused to watch his very dynamic visualisation techniques, I know I was. However, every time he performed those acts, he was making both his mind and body stronger for his projects. No one can argue with the results.

My own experience of neuroplasticity with climbing would be that over the past couple of years I haven’t climbed or trained for climbing as much as I had in previous years, I know I don’t feel as physically strong as I used to, but when I do climb, I’m still climbing at pretty much the same grade level as I was before. I feel this because I have formed brain maps that are strong enough, so I know how to perform certain moves, hold certain holds, or place a
foot etc. I’ve often heard climbers say they aren’t good on slopers, or overhangs etc and they therefore don’t climb them, well it’s likely that certain styles of climbing don’t suit them because they haven’t formed strong neural pathways for those styles due to not climbing them.

Don’t be set in your ways

Neuroplasticity is like a muscle it’s stronger the more it’s used it’s therefore beneficial to promote its abilities by learning new things, whether that’s a different style of climbing or a completely different activity, it will strengthen your neuroplasticity for your preferred climbing, so it’s therefore a good reason to do what you aren’t as good at. I hope that this brief overview of neuroplasticity has been beneficial to you in some way, what I loved learning about this unique ability we have is how hopeful it is and that despite
how we may feel, we can change.


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From then till now: the story of Dirtbags

From Then Till Now is an original documentary series from FedEx starring remarkable small business owners who walk you through the highs and lows of building a company from scratch. We were lucky enough to be picked to take part. Watch the video below and let us know what you think.


Read more…

https://www.fedex.com/en-gb/campaign/small-business-hub/views-and-voices/dirtbags-sustainable-climbing.html

The team at Dirtbags’ workshop in Kendal.
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The Re-Action Collective: a different take on outdoor equipment.

If you don’t already know, Dirtbags is part of a collective of creatives, activists, and eco warriors called Re-Action. We are a team of businesses, individuals and non profits.

What is Re-Action?

Outdoor equipment shouldn’t always be expensive. Outdoor equipment shouldn’t always be new. Outdoor equipment is a tool that helps us experience time in the outdoors. And that’s the way it should be. The collective aims to bring outdoor equipment and this ethos to citizens who want to spend time outdoors. “We don’t need kit with technical names and this season’s colours to be happier and healthier and a valuable member of society. We need community, connection, agency and to remember that we’re part of nature, not adjacent to it.” It is as simple as that.

From Re-Action,

Re-Action is a social enterprise. We help our member organisations save resourcesreduce waste and cut carbon emissions.

How? By sharing best practice on rescuing products, reviving them through repair and repurposing them. We advise on the best ways to redistribute items through resale, rental and donation and how to reallocate profits to regenerate the outdoors. The engagement of outdoor sports communities is key to this model.

A benefit of our work is that it makes snow sports, cycling, climbing, surfing, sailing and getting outdoors in the right kit more affordable and accessible.

Re-Action.org

The collective is already making waves in the outdoor industry. And quite rightly. You may have already heard of the #citizenfriday campaign in retaliation to the onslaught of Black Friday sales last November.

But for us, it feels good to be part of something good, to have support from a group of peers who are just, on the same wavelength. Watch this space, as I feel we will see great things come from Re-Action.

To find out more here is the website: https://re-action-collective.org/

Who are the members?

One Tree at a Time | Montagne Verte | EcoSki | ReRun | Bluebird Exchange | Outside.co.uk | The Little Loop | WhoSki.com | Sheffield Clothing Repair | KitUp | WhiteStorm | Tentshare | Earth Runs | Cirkel Supply Co | Preloved Sports | Wastebusters | Snowdonia Gear Repair | Little ReCreations | Kitsquad | VickyBikes | TYF | GreenerMilesRunning | Kidd3r | CHXChallenge | MouseSails | ReWorn


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Chilly Dips and Frozen Nips: Swimming Through the Seasons

words by Elizabeth Stephenson

For the last two and a half years, I’ve carved out some time each week to bob about in a spot of cold
water. It’s a task that has become an integral part of my wellbeing and one I wouldn’t be without now.
I’ve brought together a collection of pictures of my favourite dips through the seasons with a few
words about each of them – I’ve not included the exact locations, but instead encourage you to seek
out your own!


Autumn


I’ll start with autumn. For two reasons, a) it’s my favourite season and b), perhaps more relevant to
this piece, it’s when I first started weekly swimming back in September 2020. I was having a rough
time at uni with covid lockdowns and no in-person teaching, and a couple friends started getting me
out for a swim together – little did they know what they would spark! (Thanks Sam and Bethan.)
Autumn is a great time to start cold water swimming, mostly as it’s not that cold! The summer heat
lingers in the water longer than it lingers in the air and the colours that bleed into the pools are breath-
taking. The temperatures drop gradually with the leaves and that allows you to slowly accustom
yourself to warmth-gobbling temperatures.
Autumn tingles with excitement for me, the anticipation of the cold that winter steadfastly brings
swirls about my neoprene-clad feet each year with every advancing dip.

Winter


Unsurprisingly the best time of year for cold water swimming, winter brings a whole new level of
challenge, and fun. It sneaks up on you, imperceptibly, until one morning those autumn winds are
suddenly bitter, biting at any exposed flesh with sharp, vengeful teeth. Reclaiming warmth for its
own, the water stings, consumes, and drives all other thought from your mind.
Swimming in winter is as brutal as it is beautiful; but I love the rawness of it, the stress it momentarily
puts my body under as I adjust to the cold. It’s a fine balance, and certainly more dangerous – testing
and learning my limits and what my body is capable of is infinitely exciting – but it’s tempered with
caution, erring on the side of getting out early and keeping myself safe.
My body has become very comfortable with cold water but that doesn’t mean I can be complacent –
on my coldest swims, the wind feels warm against me – a strange sensation and a chivvy to get warm
clothes on quickly. I never push it and I never swim alone in winter – this isn’t an advice article, but I
feel the need to pop that in if I’m writing about it!
Cold water swimming has, over the last couple years, brought me a wonderfully freeing sense of
acceptance towards my body.
Sharing this experience with others, especially women, allows me to focus on what my body can
withstand and do, rather than a skewed societal expectation. The fish don’t give two ducks about body
hair, cellulite etc…anyway…
The effects of the cold stay with me for a while in winter – namely that invigorating buzz you’ll hear
cold water swimmers enthralled by which is as wonderful as everyone says it is! My mood is always
lifted by a swim, it’s a safety net I can unfailingly fall back on – and one I’m very grateful for. It’s
utterly absorbing and allows me to fully immerse myself in the bone-chilling power of this season,
bringing a new depth of appreciation for nature and experiencing the turn of the year on a very
visceral level.
On a practical note, my bum takes the longest to warm up and is often cold for hours!

Spring


Spring is here you say? It’s getting warm?! Narp, not in the water! It takes a fair bit longer for those
clear, icy rivers to warm up, the lakes are a wee bit quicker but still a way behind the air! I’m
normally in a hat (or two) for most of March/April.
The abundance of life at this time of year can make for some wonderful encounters – I get excited
about anything that wriggles, especially tadpoles. Sharing your swim with ducklings (from a good
distance away) is a delight! I had a beautiful swim the other day with several bright blue dragonflies
flitting around me as I bobbed about on my tow float (affectionately named ‘Floaty toe’).
Providing wildlife are not in the vicinity, my dogs back home are excellent swim companions, even
Swift with her incessant barking at/trying to eat the water… I gain so much joy from messing about
with them in the water.
Swimming in all weathers is another favourite pastime of mine. Last spring, a huge weather front
blew across Cumbria, and I convinced my partner to jump in my car with swim stuff already on, run
into Bass as the rain lashed down and then drive the 2 mins back home to warm up. I vividly
remember closing my eyes against the drops as the gusts tore through me and dived into the water,
feeling utterly joyful at being alive.

Summer


The only time of year where the rest of the population won’t look at you like a nutter for getting in the
water! I once had a guy in the depths of winter ask me astounded if I’d lost a bet….
The water is my refuge in a different way in the summer, being someone who is not a fan of the heat,
slipping beneath the cool surface of a lake is a much welcome relief. The long daylight hours that
stretch the edges of the day are beautiful for late evening swims. It’s also a great time of year to
introduce friends to the joy of outdoor swimming and get them hooked in time for the temps to start
dropping again…


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ClimbMuz: why are inclusive spaces important?

words by Yasmin Centeno

A safe space for minority groups


I do not identify as being Muslim but I was raised Muslim both in the UK and in Malaysia. I am an ethnic minority and a woman in a male dominated industry at work. The sports I tend to enjoy are also male dominated. There are so many avenues to go down with this article, the difficulties being Muslim in the UK, the perception of being a Muslim woman as being disenfranchised of free will or I could go more broad and talk about the difficulties of being a woman in a male dominated sport like climbing. The list could go on but let’s focus on the need for a safe space for minority groups in climbing.

Colour Up


I regularly climb with a group called Colour Up in Bristol. The premise of the group is to encourage ethnic minorities in Bristol to try climbing in an inclusive space. Having moved from London, where frankly I felt more comfortable being an ethnic minority to Bristol which is far less diverse and aware of its own inequalities; I was so tempted to pack my bags and move back to London.

That was until I found Colour Up. So much of what ethnic minorities in the UK face is being seen as different. It seems to be the human condition to see differences rather than similarities, it’s how we define ourselves and organise ourselves. Being non-White British, we are from a different culture, we eat different food, we look different, we speak different languages: therefore we are just different and feel unfamiliar and unknown.


Being amongst the unfamiliar and unknown is uncomfortable and therefore we are seeing British society and politics become insular and popularist. For a lot of us, especially for those who have never lived overseas, the decision is either we assimilate to not be different or we fight to find a space to keep some of what makes us unique. For people like me I know there is no other choice but to accept that I am different and may not be accepted for that by everyone. The fact that this is the fate I am stuck with by the choices that were made by my grandparents and parents is sometimes outright depressing but when I go back to Malaysia, I realise… they all left for a reason!
For me, it’s hard to not talk about something without getting fully involved and talking myself down a rabbit-hole. I feel there is undiscussed xenophobia in Bristol towards people that look like me and that can often leave me feeling unwanted. I don’t always want to talk about my feelings of not belonging here amongst my peers but I want to be in a community that somehow gets it. We sometimes talk about that feeling of discontent and isolation and sometimes we just climb and focus on the problem (boulder) at hand. Colour Up has not just become my climbing group, they have become my social group and my support group during some tough times.

Talk Club


There is an amazing charity in Bristol that is advertised at Redpoint’s cafe called Talk Club which is a talking and listening club for men. They also offer sports clubs, similar to ColourUp and ClimbMuz. It helps men find a space to talk about their mental health in a safe space. The idea that sport is therapy is not because you release endorphins when you exert yourself. Sport brings people from all walks of life together to participate in something we have in common. Seeing a group of brown people doing the same things as the majority of people makes us seem not that different. Between climbs we would have random chats on the boulder mats and if you ever overhead us you’d realise we all have dating woes, annoying housemates or an irritating colleague at work. But we also can talk about how we
feel, we talk about the shit days and the good days and we club together when we need to and we celebrate together too.

ClimbMuz is a very similar space and I felt so welcome when I climbed with them in October. The first thing they did was compliment my tattoo which I thought they would be a bit sceptical of. From such negative experiences in Malaysia: I strayed from Islam mainly because of how I felt religion was being forced upon me, not by my own parents but by Malaysian society. Being Muslim was apart of what it entailed to be Malay but also my religion (even now) is stated on my ID as being Islam and Shariah law can be applied to me. It also influenced the company I keep in Malaysia, I have no Malay friends and I don’t really communicate with my mum’s extended family outside the pleasantries because of that fear of judgement of being a ‘bad muslim’ and by defacto a bad person.


In all honesty, we climbed together, we did not talk about anything to do with religion or anything particularly deep. Bethwall has enough corner climbs to hurt your brain. But it made me remember that Islam is a tolerant religion. The women I met at ClimbMuz are tolerant and inclusive; they welcomed me with open arms. When I think of my parents, I see them as tolerant people. More importantly, Islam is a way of life that they choose to follow in the same way that I choose not to follow the Islamic way of life for myself. When you see a Muslim woman with a hijab crushing it at Bethwall, she is just as psyched as everyone else there, she is a strong woman making a free choice to express herself and I think ClimbMuz is a space that encourages that self expression in a familiar context.

This is why spaces like ClimbMuz are important.