I'm dying to go bouldering. I want to go boudering so much.
Still, I'm trying to be patient and let my injury recover. To be honest I am very disappointed, after the climbing at Amiata Top on sunday it's been painful and swollen, a very big drawback. It was feeling good the days before, so I smartly didn't tape it. Good idea man. Anyway I read a few articles on stress fractures, and they state that putting pressure on the bone is not good, it will delay the recovery.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I'm pissed.
I want to boulder, I want to train, fuck fuck fuck I can't.
Ok, I'll try to keep my usual and famous calm and take it easy: after all I don't think I'm going to lose all my power in one month, hopefully. I'll try to do some easy climbing on thursday and then will go back to home town for some days of alcohol and fun with friends. Nice girls with short skirts are always a good sight when you're a bit drunk and feel immortal.
On this matter I would like to tell you two crucial episodes of my life. In both occasions I was drunk, I was with friends, there was music, I had been climbing, and while taking a pee in the wood, I thought "I always want to live like this".
This is what I'm longing for. It's so reassuring, it's so beautiful to know it.