A woman who uses ice climbing as an outlet for her troubled life, writes this about her love of ice climbing:
“I loved the inherent aggression of piercing my tool into the ice …. I was immediately captivated by the rhythmic pleasure of the activity, the sound of metal hitting ice, and the complete absorption of my mind and my senses. I loved the smoothness of the ice and the performance of my equipment. Partway up the pitch, I realized that this was the perfect outlet for the intensity that I constantly lived with but had no idea what to do with.”
An interview with her along with a review of her book “All That Glitters: A Climber’s Journey Through Addiction and Depression” is here.