For my birthday I got a sweet pair of rock climbing shoes. (Thanks, Cornelia!) Can't wait to try them out. They're crazy tight and make my toes cry a little bit when I put them on, but this is supposedly how they should fit. So now I have no excuse for fumbling around trying to boulder on the more difficult routes.
Last time I went to the gym I made a point of hanging out near the ceiling to check out the view. I think I can officially say that I no longer fear heights as I once did. (Just the regular sort of human reaction to not wanting to fall and die, which I'm guessing will never go away entirely unless I fall on my head and, in a twist of irony, lose the brain cells needed for self-preservation, causing me to no longer fear falling under any circumstances at all.)