The Little Things

Pushing the word “fall” from my mind, I breathe deep, jam my other hand into the crack and mutter “fuck me” under my breath, silently praying that the crack widens enough to place that #3.

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Cameron Fenton
Ladies Climb Harder Than Me

As a child, I hated running. I didn’t mind it if I was playing soccer, tag or storming enemy defences in an epic snowball fight, but running for it’s own sake was a kind of low level torture. Despite this, and for reasons that now escape my rational mind, I joined the Greenfield Elementary cross-country running team somewhere around the first or second grade.

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Cameron Fenton
Shit-Faced Gold Medal

There are some people on Earth who decide that their teenage dream is to be the best shot-putter on the planet.

There are others who decide they want to get really, really drunk.

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Cameron Fenton
Whales! Monkeys! Lions!

If it bleeds it leads is no longer just a newspaper’s editors mantra. For a lot of us, it’s how we filter our day to day thinking, and a good descriptor for the way I spend too much time and mental energy on things that suck. But, maybe it doesn’t need to be that way? Maybe we can start to get excited about the amazing things in our daily lives, so much so that we spell them with an exclamation point the same way I do with monkeys! and lions!.

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Cameron Fenton
Type 2 Fear

"Wait, you're planning to do what?"

It was the fifth or sixth time I was explaining my plan to spend my upcoming birthday learning to deep water solo to someone who doesn't rock climb.

“It’s climbing, just over the ocean…and without a harness…or a rope…and you kind just fall into the ocean if you mess up…”

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Cameron Fenton