I rarely start a blog with the title already picked out, but this title has been at the forefront of my brain for the past two weeks while I’ve been waiting my days away at the tables of a Zion Pizzeria called the Flying Monkey. Taunting pictures of climbers scaling gorgeous red lines encircling me on restaurant walls, and remind me how I haven’t been able to get my thoughts down “on computer.”
The feelings I’ve been having are those of 85% percent of climbers I meet along the way who work real gigs while maintaining a passion for climbing. The thought process goes a little like this, “If I didn’t have to work I’d be climbing better, If I had more time I’d send that route, or the classic If I made more money I’d work less and climb more.” This fun little battle of the physical and mental play tricks on our performance. “How much strength can you really loose in only week after climbing nonstop for a year?”, I think as I pump off my usual warm-up.
I guess I find it peculiar how one little instance can erase a lifetime of truth. Luckily these instances aren’t always negative. Like how it only takes one good ole’ climbing day to remind me why I love climbing and that I am good at it. A feeling worth waiting for.
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