I’ve just spent the majority of this evening cursing and sweating profusely.

I know I’m late to the party, but “Free Solo” is fantastic, easily my favorite documentary in recent memory. It’s also inspiration to get back into the climbing gym, though scaling 3,000 ft sheer granite cliffs without a rope won’t be in my future, or literally any other human’s (besides Alex Honnald).

I rented it on YouTube, but I’d recommend seeing it the theaters. During the last twenty minutes, you could’ve washed clothes in the sweat coming off my palms, and that’s through a laptop screen. I don’t think I would’ve survived the IMAX experience.