Clowner face

When I was a kid, I coined the term "clowner face" to describe a trait that runs in the family. It is a facial expression that, when used properly, can summon superhuman strength. It comes in handy in many situations, for instance, when changing a tire or opening a jar of pickles.

There's a family photo from 1980-- when my dad was my age-- that shows my dad climbing to the top of a swing set to demonstrate a feat of strength. Clowner face is evident: one eye closed, teeth showing, jaw twisted out and to the side, and neck tensed with veins nearly popping out.

So tonight as I began my fourth week of going to the climbing gym, I'm sure I was using the family trait to muster all my strength. In the end, though, my forearms feel like throbbing lead weights, and my hand can barely turn the key to start the car. Of course the experts will tell you that it's not about strength, it's about technique, balance, finesse, good planning, and mental preparation. But I'm convinced that a little extra strength doesn't hurt.