My DH loves climbing. In fact, out first date was an introduction to climbing and repelling. Unfortunatly, I could never get past my fear. We always climbed outside. He knew what he was doing, but I never quite trusted the equipment. I was a lot "weaker" then - I hadn't discovered weight training, but he always told me it was more about technique then strength. I always felt I'd accomplished something great if I got to the top. To often, though, I make it halfway up the climb and get "sewing maching leg." I don't know, maybe I'll give it a try again someday, if only for poor DH, who hasn't gone for years...