THE ANSWER MY FRIEND...

Before a long bank holiday, sitting in front of a pc, what's better than hearing some noise, from out of the window, that resembles to a rain shower, and then realizing it's just one of many wind blasts that are drying all your favourite holds?

It makes me wanting to go to the other room and try and rip the rungs from the campus board.

RULES AND EXCEPTIONS

Reading other climbers' blogs, I got to thinking about what I think is a general rule: the number of posts in a given period is inversely proportional to the amount of climbing the climber/blogger gets.

Proof? Paul, Jon, many others I think.

That must have something to do with the difference between talking stuff and doing stuff.

This blog can give you an idea of how much I'm climbing now...

The exception? It may come in the next days. Since I'm moving to another town and still don't have anything sorted at home, Internet wise, there could be a lack of content in the future, but not for climbing duties.

SHOES, FOXES AND JERRY

As previously posted, I have been for a while without my powerful 5.10 Dragons, sent to the clinic for a resole.

They came back transformed, from a downturned, aggressive shoe, to a flat, traditional slab shoe. I'm not happy, and wrote to the resolers: they offered to get me a new pair. Happy ending? When they'll be in my house yes, until then...

Anyway, today's bouldering was very good. It was a bit humid and warm, but good, especially for the company, the chat, and, yes, for the power. We met a good friend.

I'm very close to getting "Out of service", and I'm very happy. Today I finally got the last two moves, the hard hard hard move to the non-existant hold, and the dyno to the lip. Another hard move from there, and it's done. Closer, closer every time.

I usually don't complain about conditions, but today I really was feeling strong, but spent a couple of good tries slipping from the good holds while making room with my body for the heel hook.

At the beginning I wasn't feeling good, so I thought "what would Jerry do?" then proceeded to climb thinking about driving a sport car at full speed in traffic, but didn't work. So again I asked myself "what would Jerry do?" and then dead hung all the holds of the crux.

The following goes were very very good. I know I can do it now.