Skin has been an issue this season. I believe a fairy princess switched skin with me while I was sleeping. Alternatively, I could be convinced a diabolical pediatric surgeon grafted fresh foreskin onto my fingers. It’s super frustrating to cut short a climbing day because my stupid skin hurts, is on the verge of splitting,… Continue reading fairy princess skin
Category: bouldering
wild thing, you make my fingers sing
My fingers are crying. They’ve been in pain all week from last weekend’s Joshua Tree excursion. And I’ll be returning to JTree today. I’ve left a project there: Desert Shield. This will be the first time I make the three hour drive two weekends in a row, so I’m hoping for some magic. Realistically though,… Continue reading wild thing, you make my fingers sing
even the Mona Lisa’s falling apart
By back feels like somebody hit it with a truck. It’s not even really an injury though – I’ve always gotten these excruciating cramps through the meaty part of my back, right in the belly of my lattisimus dorsi. It feels like an exaggerated version of a cramp that could appear in some other muscle,… Continue reading even the Mona Lisa’s falling apart
get psyched on Bishop
In an effort to get some people to go to Bishop with me, I want to direct your attention to this: http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3087474&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1 Mirando from Jon McCartie on Vimeo. Which reminds me, this dude’s blog is rad: http://www.fractionfilm.com/2009/02/mirando/ crankenstein.com
if rad routes were a minute, the Tor would be an hour
Today’s post title is courtesy of Brian Spiering. Inspired by The Temptations’ The Way You Do the Things You Do, Brian’s instinct to connect a powerfully emotional song with a collection of routes typifies the Owl Tor pathology – which I’m positive will lend it self to a rad conjunction (ex. path-Owl-ogy). I’ve not had… Continue reading if rad routes were a minute, the Tor would be an hour
no Tor last weekend
Instead of Tor Saturday, I had Shed Sunday. Marcela cranked with me at the Shed in the evening. It was good. I felt strong, got on a couple projects, made progress. This two, and now three, days a week at the Shed is hard on the old tendons. Hopefully this makes a stronger, better me.… Continue reading no Tor last weekend
Painted Cave
Because it’s one of the few local bouldering spots not touched by the Gap Fire, Painted Cave was my best option for a quick evening session after work yesterday. And it reminded me how far I have yet to go to be a good boulderer. I’m maybe the wussiest person I know when it comes… Continue reading Painted Cave
more Shed, please
This was the first week in months (like 6 months, I think) that I trained twice at the Shed. No agenda, just wanted to get adjusted to the Tuesday/Thursday thing again. So, I took things real slow, kept the volume low and had fun. Both days felt good, Tuesday better than Thursday, obviously. But after… Continue reading more Shed, please
no Tor for me
I didn’t make it to the Tor this weekend. And I’m actually OK with that. Ordinarily, when someone bails on me for the Tor I’ll pump hate at them for a couple weeks but this time I felt the break was good. Rather than punish myself in Santa Maria, I slept a bunch, swam a… Continue reading no Tor for me