Full disclosure: at the time of writing this article, I’ve been going to Summit pretty regularly for about a year. They were great. Their instructors walked me through the basics of rope work and harnesses. I passed my test and got a pass to climb.
The gym has auto belay courses so that I didn’t necessarily need a partner to send it. I just needed to hook my harness to the retractable rope and go for it. I was able to build my climbing chops slowly, at my own pace, which gave me quite a bit of confidence.
Each time I showed up to boulder or climb I had more arm and pectoral muscle, a better idea of route-finding on problems, and even more endurance in my finger joints. My climbing imposter syndrome was gone within a half dozen visits, and I felt confident posting a few photos of myself climbing on social media.
One thing that I appreciated also was that the staff changes climbing routes weekly to keep the climbing fresh and interesting. New problems pushed my mind/body symbiosis into new challenges. I wasn’t cared of bouldering anymore. I came to appreciate the dry, chalky feeling on my hands after an intense climbing sesh and I sported my scraped-up knee (banged on a climbing wall) like a badge of courage.