Tag: crankenstein climbing

Like lifting weights in the woods.

the crankmuffin conspiracy

Climbing nuggets need a name, so I took action: Thanks for your definition of crankmuffin! There’s one more step: click this link to review and confirm the definition. http://www.urbandictionary.com/confirm.php?code=036d194bde (If the link is not underlined, you may have to copy and paste it into your web browser.) If you didn’t request this email, please ignore… Continue reading the crankmuffin conspiracy

shoulders and the sports that love them

You need shoulders to climb. Surprise. You need strong shoulders. I mean strong in the sense they will not easily injure. For the shoulder joint specifically, that means balance. Get disproportionately strong in a narrow range and you’re begging for problems. And unfortunately, there’s no dedicated group of impassioned professionals committing their careers to the… Continue reading shoulders and the sports that love them

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

train bad 1 day and feel bad for 1 week

Few things get me more down than a bad training session. And I’m actually pretty fair about it. I won’t chastise myself for not achieving some arbitrary, daily training goal. Bad days happen – that’s to be expected. I understand I can’t crank out personal bests every day. What really sends me over the edge… Continue reading train bad 1 day and feel bad for 1 week

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

send me on my way

I’m deep in a winter training routine. The weather has me confined to indoor locales like the Shed and occasionally the climbing gym in Ventura. I love it. Holing up in the basement to grow lobster arms while the crags soak is definitely my thing. I’ve taken this opportunity to campus a bunch and I’m… Continue reading send me on my way

I’m making a list and I’m checking it twice.

I’m making a list of rad things. There’ll be a couple things on there I’ve personally wanted to do for quite some time, like climb a 5.14 and do a one-arm/one-finger pull-up, but mostly this is designed to be a compilation of rad things I think any self-respecting, inbred group of angry climbers would want… Continue reading I’m making a list and I’m checking it twice.