I climbed about 250' at highest, working for a WISP about 6-7 years ago. The first climb, I got about 75 feet up. My body froze to the tower. I watched as I to

I climbed about 250' at highest, working for a WISP about 6-7 years ago. The first climb, I got about 75 feet up. My body froze to the tower. I watched as I told myself in my mind 'go. Continue climbing.', and my body refused to budge. It was pretty surreal. After a bit of this back and forth I gave up and climbed back down. The boss told me "it's alright, everyone does that." The next day I went up to the top of that one, 200' up. It's terrifying at times but it gets easier. It never got easy though, and I quit after just a few months. I thought about my wife and kids everytime I went up, and how if I splattered they would be devastated. Pretty early on I dropped a nice Dewalt cordless drill. I was 150 or 200' up and I thought to myself "is that thing ever going to hit the ground?" I didn't even hear it impact, but could see it explode into a few pieces. Must have been a windy day.