I will remember this past month forever. It's been one of the densest, most intense periods of my life.
I've been studying a lot, writing appellation acts, criminal and civil cases, and attending classes in the weekends.
I've been pulling on wooden edges and plastic holds.
I stepped on stage again after more than 15 years, to act and sing in a musical that a friend of mine wrote for our contrada, Istrice, and that sold out two nights in the main theater in town, raising more that 5.000 Euros for charity.
Finally, I've been - briefly - climbing on rock. One single day, just one day of the nearly three weeks of perfect, clear weather that we've had, but what a day. I climbed some new, easy problems, nearly climbed a project that is around 8a+, and opened a beautiful arete.
Now I'm here in my bedroom writing this with my left knee wrapped in ice and swollen after I got my meniscus surgery yesterday.
It seems all over now, while I roll left and right to change position and ease the pain and discomfort: the stage, the public, the pointless training, the perfect rock. The pointless training. The pointless training. The pointless training nearly made me climb 8a+ on Sunday, on the first day on rock after 6 weeks. The fifth day on rock since the beginning of Summer. Is it really pointless?
It's been great and beautiful. When I was there with my headtorch, rushing another pointless - yes pointless - attempt on the project, I thought: "Right, I'm gonna come back tomorrow evening and finish this." I had forgotten I had to be in hospital... Ahaha!
I thrashed my hands, that now seem bitten by a dog, and got home. I really really wanted to get this done before this layoff, but it did not happen. I did not make it happen. But I tried with all my will and skin.
Next time. The path is right.
Study, train, love and destroy.
A few pics and videos of this incredible Autumn so far.
Below, the beautiful prow I climbed last Sunday.
Below, a new PB on paused rep one armers.
Below, the Move.
Below, the new PB on the circuit.
Below, a sore soul, a sore knee two sore hands.