It’s a Wednesday afternoon, and I pull open the door and smell the gym—the chalk, someone's coffee, the rubbery stink of climbing shoes. The staff members—as always—greet me by name as I drop my climbing bag in the corner, which is already stacked with the bright orange team bags belonging to my friends. Shoes and chalk in my hands, I enter the bouldering area to warm up. This place is like a second home to me. It's where I learned how to lose without losing my confidence; it's where I've won competitions and won the respect of my coaches; it's where I learned to throw myself into something with my whole heart. It's where I've learned to climb like a girl.