Yesterday went to SBP and had a semi-terrible session. Failed on a bunch of oranges. Did the thing where you pull off the ground and even getting to the next hold seems COMPLETELY impossible. I guess the only saving grace from the session was I DID have fun (climbing with Bloom and Jessa is always fun), I DID send two new oranges, and I did sort of make progress on a couple blacks. And also some of the oranges I didn’t send.
So why was I so frustrated??????????????????????
Why did I get back to my boat and angrily inject peptides into my knee and just sit around cursing for a bit?
Why did I get back to my boat and NOT EVEN WANT TO WATCH BOULDERING VIDEOS?
I mean, I of course DID watch bouldering videos when I got back. And I also listened to a podcast with Sean Bailey, and I was going to say TREMENDOUS podcast with Sean Bailey but in truth it wasn’t that good, I wanted to hear them talk about bouldering, and JUST when they were going to talk about cool shit, i.e. Sean recently starting to boulder with the gods — I mean Jimmy Webb and Daniel Woods — the interviewer (Chris Klalous) brought the conversation back to COMP CLIMBING. Jesus. I don’t want to hear about comp climbing. I want to hear about tasty granodiorite jewels.
But ANYWAY, the reason I was so frustrated (I think) was because I didn’t see insane progression during yesterday’s session, and ALSO because I climbed really bad. Like normally I suss out boulders pretty well before getting on them, and I send ones where I look at it and I’m like, “Oh, OK, I think I know how you climb that.” But yesterday I was getting on blocs where I was like, “I have no idea what the sequence is here but I’m just gonna get on it anyway.”
Talk about a recipe for failure.
Talk about a recipe for frustration.
Talk about a recipe for Waldorf salad.
But the thing was I COULDN’T STOP MYSELF. Like, I knew, in the moment, that what I was doing was really counterproductive and I was just gonna piss myself off, and yet I did it anyway. And I think that’s OK, sometimes. I think yesterday I just kinda needed to rage. So I raged. I got pissed off. And now things are (I hope????????) more or less ok.
Slash I’m spiraling.
Slash I’m actually ok.
Slash I’m gonna go to REI right now and get the Lone Peak 5’s, an actual trail running shoe. I mean, not that I trail run. But you get the drift. My PT told me that if I come in wearing my Helly Hansen Chukkas again she would chain me to the elliptical. Also I only have one pair of shoes right now, which is suspiciously close to zero.
The real question here is………………………………………………………………………….
Do I stop by Whole Foods on the way?
And: Do I send my resume to SBP?
And: Do I drop in on an apartment in Leavenworth?
Or: Do I just keep talking about it?
And of course the REAL question is: Should I just say fuck it and climb today???
Or should I drive out to Index and look at some of the blocs there. And maybe bask in the sun by the Skykomish River.
Slash it’s snowing in Index today.
Slash it probably won’t actually snow.
Slash I’m wearing a knee sleeve.
Slash I really need to go to REI and get these shoes.
Slash 20% off.
When I really look at yesterday’s gym session I HAVE TO TAKE A COUPLE POSITIVES FROM IT.
And those positives are these:
1) I sent two new oranges.
2) I realized I can’t get on a boulder if I don’t look at it and think, “I could probably do that. Or I at least have an idea of how to do that.”
3) I didn’t injure my right middle finger.
4) I climbed slab.
5) I had a great time chilling with the homies.
OK. Time to leave the boat now. For real.
Have a wonderful day, all of you.