Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Coming soon...Wide grip sequence training - Open handed regimes - The importance of torque - Feet-on climbing benefits - Free-training - Fingers or shoulders? - Face-on training - Climbing to fall, & a shed load more, including physcological approaches - breathing - positive affirmation & visualization. In more advanced stages I'll cover Slow & fast twitch responses - Visually inhibited movement - Dynamic snap reaction - Wieghted centre of balance - Economy of movement - Grip analysis & other stuff, but the whole thing will start with one of the most underated & important areas in bouldering, at any level - Learning to play. Uninhibited play & movement is one of the first things we learn in life, one of the first things we loose touch with as adults.. These approaches are based on my own tested succesful & failed paths, through experience of listening to the bodies own demands on itself over the years, & hopefully, may be beneficial to other boulderers trying to achieve results & escape their own personal plateaus & cul-de-sacs. There are to many training manuals out there that tell you, 10 of these are good, followed by 50 of these & so on - no matter what. They tell you training is a serious & diciplined, that laughter is out; yet a book doesn't deal with an individual one on one, nor does it recognise each individuals weaknesses & strengths & honestly see how they move in real time, with a conscience.
Training is not like that becuase individual climbers are not like that. I have tried to keep this way & philosophy as open as possible so no matter what your level, there is something to grasp & benefit from. I'll also attempt to provide some innovative & practical training ideas for those at home who don't have a woody or campus board of their own & immediate access to a crag. Working recently with a few local boulderers these past couple months, they have gone from v2 plateau average to v8. One has achieved V11 - but more importantly than that, his foot work is purposeful & immaculate, his abilty to reach from wide open positions is heaps improved & his overall grace & precision is excellent to watch in motion. It's not as if you're teaching them as such, I dislike the word teach, you're merely unlocking things they already possess but don't see. Anyway, it's in the pipeline...
Working the impossibly hard full-roof-link-up project of - Disintegration -rh- . V12 into blank ungraded void into V13... The bastard child of Satan itself - reborn.
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Pretty simple online game, but makes me laugh out loud. Just use your mouse left or right to oppose the fellas tilt. How far can you run home drunk? My record is 102mtrs so far...must have been fairly rubbered then aye...Can you:
Θ Get Watson Home Safe ? Θ
The likeness..It's uncanny. I must say though, that I've never heard John yodeling in a Paisley street after dark...well not yet. I wonder if there's a slack-lining version...
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Saturday, November 26, 2005
Taic Mhór [Taigh Solais stac] left of Más Sgeir - Rubha Robhanais, Lewis - Am fear as beothaile. © - SKYEBLOC
Aye, a couple weeks on & another Lewis raid is on the cards. This time with one of my favourite bouldering cohorts - & we're going armed with drills, ropes, mats, chains, tape, enthusiasm & probably bacon & raisin bagels...errrr ok. Totally psyched to be getting on the An-t Súil sport project again & getting some mpegs, lines, laughs & boulder projects in with the fella. Off for a thrutch around my door frames now & a search through the gear cupboard...More news after the trip...I wonder what Johann Stow & Rico Monsoon will come up with....ciao hoodlums.
Oh..the Taic Mhór stac [Pillar of Strength], is a 60ft bastion of gneiss & great for dancing on top of in storms like these, although the tyrolean is best set up before the storm... The whole thing shudders when surge waves impact. But enough of that kinda talk, -7°c sending weather is here & 5am stomps into the rocks.
A contrast of summer bouldering in the same hole without storm surges. This line is the brilliant Tuff Gong - v9 - which takes on the full bonkers arete.
Update: Oh well, that's that screwed then, the man is down with flu
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Saturday, November 12, 2005
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Dwarfed in the storm surge - 60ft cliff drop below. Monsterious winter waves up on Lewis at Rubha Robhanais lighthouse - just beyond the An t-Súil sport project- I disappeared inside this one a second later...it was quite damp. Surges like these invariably drag anything they find, back toward the edge kicking & screaming. There are small memorials in this area, to people bitten off along with a few hundred tons of cliff, by a single wave. Yet jumaring through these cavernous arches & overhangs on a tiny thread in a storm surge, burns with life & tattoos the spirit with an irreversible exhilaration...For me, it inflames temperament into a greatness beyond that of any clear sunlit day. You will not kill climbing & all it encompasses by arguing out numbers & grades, only your own passion suffers, as you attempt to defile the expanses, there is so much more beyond - the rule...The dug hid in the wagon long before I decided it was definately time to pack away the shunt & wet ropes. The holds get a bit slippy in these conditions anyway aye. Indoor climbing walls? pah! pre-packaged - safety regulated - numbered, restricted..& - soulless...
How can you truly warm yer heart beside a home fire old son, if you don't allow yer soul to race unfettered through the cold flow of existence...through truths primal wilderness. You think you know numbers?...You probably only do...
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Saturday, November 05, 2005
This fortnight of bouldering up on Lewis, is plagued with squalls, veils of rain drifting over a peat sodden horizon, & storm force gales. I've managed a few good quality lines so far, scurrying between titanic battles of war driven elements for a peice of dry rock... A few obvious blanknesses left for those on the trail of Port Nis bouldering potential, have been filled through my own impatience. The best of the new lines are as follows. From a crouch start, Hidden In Plain View, is an excellent v11 taking the steep obvious scallop shaped wall of smooth black speckled gneiss. This is on the first major area blocking the path to Disintegration on Port Nis beach. Two nasty sloper layaways & a few tiny edges, the only weakness through a blank frictionless void...a few hard moves to latch the top of a 15ft rock. I even managed to get an mpeg in before sleet ridden rain squalls came rampaging on the wind & took to throwing the tripod around...brrr, winter sending weather is on the rise. For now, it's time huddle up by the fire, & get ready for tomorrow. Round 4 of wet ropes, flapping mats, storm driven sea cliffs, mad-ass dogs & wild waves below a howling stance as I try & fiddle the shunt on with numb fingers...Lewis in winter aye...who needs Tenerife...
Hidden In Plain View - v11
16.11.05: The new photo series of Atlantic Bridge v14 way will be up tomorrow sometime, showing the whole sequence from the deep gnarly sitter to the arete finish. Complete with woolly hat, just in time for the rock report, which bizzarly I seem to have been craftily manipulated into pen-ghosting for Mick as he's somewhere over the Atlantic gathering jet lag on his way to the UK...err aight then...feckin Rockfax staff & their executive lifefstyles aye...
Lining up the big move
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Above: Skidding along & failing on, a very wet Rhangornish - v9 - A morning lull after the night storm. I was trying the v11 sitter coming out of the areted nose before a wave clawed at my feet. Why try when everything is wet, frictionless & torn with gales? For the hell of it..why not climb to fail? Soaking conditions are comedy & frustration in one. Lethal wet algae teaches that you can't always rely on friction & holds. Climbing to fail...because simply, you don't always have to win. Becuase you have adventure in your heart, & a joker; becuase the rule-stick that judges form, ascent, style, grade & ego, says it's a big no-no, that it's folly & not serious enough. In these conditions, you don't set out to win, you set out to enjoy a climb because you know you won't do it. You go out to run on marbles. You set off up a v9 & it's a comedy nightmare. Yet still you gain things from the experience, while the world hides indoors complaining about wet crags, seeping holds, & storm fronts...Have they lost the spirit of the game? How dull it must be to only see the stoic ruler of judgement & measure, yet remain blind to the currents swirling around it...

Cogito ergo sum - I think, therefore, I am...Cogito Ergo Zoom - I think, therefore, I climb quite fast?

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