So, my sabbatical commenced, some time in late April or so. It's times like these that I can reflect on everything climbing related in my life that has brought me to this point and, wow, for the most part it has been a remarkable waste of time. But that is the great thing about climbing. It really is an amazing waste of time.
Sooo, I think I am over the narrow-mindedness of focusing solely on bouldering from now on. It was fun, and it's great that you can slog around a couple pads by yourself and throw your carcass at some god-awful sharp piss holds and scream and cuss and call it a day when you don't send. But, I think I'm over it. I used to laugh at people that only bouldered! Those were the good ol' days. Now I realize I am one of those unfortunate souls. So this fall, I am officially tying back into a rope... I think. There are so many routes here in Vegas it's redonkulous. And the best part is that I know all the beta for most of the hard ones, because before I focused my life's work on the ultimately egotistical sport of bouldering, I spent even longer dangling off a too-skinny cord cursing the sport climbing gods for shitty conditions, faulty draws, bad belays, worn out shoes, poor gas mileage, improper humidity readings from Jar Jar at the Blasphemy Wall, and so on. It's time for a new direction. And this time I'm gonna send all those hard routes I tried 100 times to no avail, even though I was in vastly superior shape than I am now. Because I think it is all mental... Actually, you know what? I am full of shit. I have no chance of sending those routes anymore. But damnit!, I'm gonna have fun trying!
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