I drink your milkshake. I drink it ALL up.

My personal relationship with climbing is extremely cyclical in nature and follows a rather strict itinerary: Get really psyched Climb super hard for a month Get injured Try to climb through my injury (failing miserably) Lose psyche Suck it up and nurse myself back to health Repeat steps 1-6 Trying to bring my L A2 ring finger pulley back to life for the third time. Bummed because I can barely crimp, let alone lift up a dumbbell to try and keep myself in shape. Writing this post to remind myself just how powerful sheer will power alone can be. (8/17) Took 11 days off from any sort of climbing — 21 V0’s, 12 V1’s, 10 V2’s, 10 V3’s, 9 V4’s, 10 V5’s, 4 V6’s, 2 V7’s, 1 V8 (4 laps) in 100 minutes. Didn’t do my finger any favors, but shit feels good, man.  I don’t know what it is exactly about climbing that draws me so strongly towards it. It’s a selfish and (dare I say it?!) petty pursuit at its core. There is no team aspect, no points, no “winning” involved. There are only a bunch of subjective grades associated with that fleeting feeling of satisfaction that you get when you top out or grasp that finishing jug. What can I say- I guess I’m just addicted to that feeling of getting better at everything I try or do. Relentless pursuit of perfection. Not to self: Stay hungry! You only do this shit once.

My personal relationship with climbing is extremely cyclical in nature and follows a rather strict itinerary:

  1. Get really psyched
  2. Climb super hard for a month
  3. Get injured
  4. Try to climb through my injury (failing miserably)
  5. Lose psyche
  6. Suck it up and nurse myself back to health
  7. Repeat steps 1-6

Trying to bring my L A2 ring finger pulley back to life for the third time. Bummed because I can barely crimp, let alone lift up a dumbbell to try and keep myself in shape.

Writing this post to remind myself just how powerful sheer will power alone can be. (8/17) Took 11 days off from any sort of climbing — 21 V0’s, 12 V1’s, 10 V2’s, 10 V3’s, 9 V4’s, 10 V5’s, 4 V6’s, 2 V7’s, 1 V8 (4 laps) in 100 minutes. Didn’t do my finger any favors, but shit feels good, man. 

I don’t know what it is exactly about climbing that draws me so strongly towards it. It’s a selfish and (dare I say it?!) petty pursuit at its core. There is no team aspect, no points, no “winning” involved. There are only a bunch of subjective grades associated with that fleeting feeling of satisfaction that you get when you top out or grasp that finishing jug. What can I say- I guess I’m just addicted to that feeling of getting better at everything I try or do. Relentless pursuit of perfection.

Not to self: Stay hungry! You only do this shit once.

19 August 2011