Really?

Yesterday, Mom and I went to dinner at Olive Garden. As the check came to the table, I reached for the check.  My mom glanced down at my credit card and asked, "What's that logo on the top?".  I told her that it was a new R.E.I. Visa. After a second, I could see it register in her head what R.E.I. was.  We had been there together shopping for my brother and uncle in the past.  Picking up on her now questioning look, I offered more details.  I told her that I was hoping to use the points for a new winter jacket.  I said that I was close to a size where I could invest in a good jacket.  The last time that I ever bought a winter jacket, not for dress, was 1999. I am sooooo not joking. 13 years ago. My mom asked me what I needed a "good" jacket for and the answer slipped it of my mouth before I even knew what I was going to say. "Ice Climbing".  Really?  That was my reply?  I could see that my mom was thinking the same thing.  Inside I just laughed.  I knew I wanted a new jacket but I had not really thought out why.  I has seen Ice Climbing classes offered at R.E.I. and Earth Treks.  It wasn't unfathomable. 

How strange of a feeling it is knowing now without a doubt that I can do ANYTHING that I can imagine.  There are no limits to my physical ability. Well, all but burpees.