Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Time for a bit of Dylan...aha Nashville Skyline! That'll do nicely...superb. Sing it up Bob! [this should wind the neighbours up at high volume, windows wide. Wheres ma dancin' dungarees & banjo]
The back injury update is good which, in turn, is as good for me as it is for you; 'cause I'm getting as bored of writing about it, just as you are probably about to suicide, from having to read about it so much.
Pulling on the shelter roof up in the Kilta jumble is possible, although not for long, but at least my feet can take more climbing tension, so there's a step forward. Crunching these big pink pills & letting Meridth [remember her?] jump all over my back with her Kango-Hammer knuckles, has done the trick in pushing out the inflammation & loosening the fusion. I should be fit enough to finish the stone wall job soon as well [the other frustration], 2 weeks of which, I've had to give away to a trusty local lad. Nowhere near pulling down hard yet, but it's on the way. I've managed a repeat of John Watsons new Gift Egg at V3 & his excellent Pathfinder also at V3 to confirm the grades & quality before having to pack it all in again from over twisting. That bloody sloper man!
What I have enjoyed about this momentary disability, is that alot of lower grade bouldering has become my push-limit, stuff I would normally breeze without a care, or simply ignore, has in itself, become a case of all out burly fighting & gritting of teeth. It's a good humbling experience in that sense, to be able to enjoy classic grades & moves at the fighting edge once again, to really feel V3. I was grinning to myself walking home from Kilta at the thought of V8....ooo, that's hard, maybe one day if I train loads. In that sense of injury, I'm quite enjoy it all, the new daily personal markers, forcing myself to be strong enough for the big Coire link-up & other stuff, sitting in the hurly field stretching, while the dog tries to murder Herring Gulls with a comical lack of success; performing deadhangs from my axes, touching my toes again, from standing up, & doing 1-2-3 on the woody for pulling instead of 1-5-9, setting myself daily goals, in an attempt to get back home. The voice is back...That's it, put the foot forward, now get the next hold...good job, now get to the next one, that'll do for today, rest...no don't rest!, get up, keep moving! the voice says. Here it comes, V2...V4...V6...V8...slowly now, concentrate. Woohoo..I'm a mini Joe Simpson!
'Pain had long since lost it's battle. I accepted that I was to slap & thrutch again. Kilta beckoned insistently; a sandstone hole calling me, jug-free, lost in slime, like Lagan...'
Touching The Cloth - Oiled Samson
The back injury update is good which, in turn, is as good for me as it is for you; 'cause I'm getting as bored of writing about it, just as you are probably about to suicide, from having to read about it so much.
Pulling on the shelter roof up in the Kilta jumble is possible, although not for long, but at least my feet can take more climbing tension, so there's a step forward. Crunching these big pink pills & letting Meridth [remember her?] jump all over my back with her Kango-Hammer knuckles, has done the trick in pushing out the inflammation & loosening the fusion. I should be fit enough to finish the stone wall job soon as well [the other frustration], 2 weeks of which, I've had to give away to a trusty local lad. Nowhere near pulling down hard yet, but it's on the way. I've managed a repeat of John Watsons new Gift Egg at V3 & his excellent Pathfinder also at V3 to confirm the grades & quality before having to pack it all in again from over twisting. That bloody sloper man!
What I have enjoyed about this momentary disability, is that alot of lower grade bouldering has become my push-limit, stuff I would normally breeze without a care, or simply ignore, has in itself, become a case of all out burly fighting & gritting of teeth. It's a good humbling experience in that sense, to be able to enjoy classic grades & moves at the fighting edge once again, to really feel V3. I was grinning to myself walking home from Kilta at the thought of V8....ooo, that's hard, maybe one day if I train loads. In that sense of injury, I'm quite enjoy it all, the new daily personal markers, forcing myself to be strong enough for the big Coire link-up & other stuff, sitting in the hurly field stretching, while the dog tries to murder Herring Gulls with a comical lack of success; performing deadhangs from my axes, touching my toes again, from standing up, & doing 1-2-3 on the woody for pulling instead of 1-5-9, setting myself daily goals, in an attempt to get back home. The voice is back...That's it, put the foot forward, now get the next hold...good job, now get to the next one, that'll do for today, rest...no don't rest!, get up, keep moving! the voice says. Here it comes, V2...V4...V6...V8...slowly now, concentrate. Woohoo..I'm a mini Joe Simpson!
'Pain had long since lost it's battle. I accepted that I was to slap & thrutch again. Kilta beckoned insistently; a sandstone hole calling me, jug-free, lost in slime, like Lagan...'
Touching The Cloth - Oiled Samson
These are my...Hands That Do Dishes
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