New perspectives and being thankful

I know thanksgiving is still several weeks away, but I have a lot to be thankful for. Last Friday, while riding my bike home in capitol hill, a car opened its door at the very instant I was passing it. I launched! Like 8 feet out. That in and of itself is horrible. It’s one nightmare that every biker or cyclist has had. It’s always in the back of your head. What made this even worse was the car coming up the street from the other direction. Not a bad thing, in and of itself, but if you’ve been in cap hill before, you know how narrow the streets are. So I was flying directly into oncoming traffic.

You always hear that peoples lives flash before their eyes before they die, or think they’re going to die. That’s horse shit! As I flew through the air, all I could think about was how this was a really lame way to go out. I was certain I was going to get hit by the oncoming car, and I accepted that fate. My body was limp.

The instant I hit the ground I heard the screeching tires and brakes as the driver mashed on the pedal. I could do nothing but lay there, helpless and vulnerable. I opened my eyes to see the car tire stopped 2 feet away from me. My shoulder hurt, my hand a wrist were bruised, but nothing was broken. I had hit my head pretty good, but had my helmet on. I should be in the hospital, or worse. But I rode the 1 block home and ordered a pizza. For all intents and purposes, and against the odds, I was fine. Someone or something was looking out for me.

On Sunday I tried to go climbing with my friend Bobbi. I was hungover and sore (post Halloween costume party and bike wreck, respectively). I played around, but my shoulder was def on fire. It especially hurt to belay. It’s a great excuse to get out of belay duty, but in all honesty I’d rather not have the pain and be forced to belay. After we wrapped up, I started to contemplate what would happen, what my path would be, if this became a nagging and chronic problem. What if my shoulder didn’t get better? I was bummed out and slipped into a funk.

The Monday setting session at the gym brought little in the way relief, either physically or mentally. I struggled to move our 35ft extension ladder, “widow maker”. While you’re never fully comfortable moving it, I was really out of sorts, and it seemed heinously difficult due to the shoulder. Tuesday we set the boulder, and I was very gun shy about forerunning the problems. But once I got warmed up, I felt a bit more confident, and the shoulder felt a bit better. It didn’t really hurt for the rest of the day. There was a slight dull ache, but that was it.

I awoke this morning with the same dull ache, but no sharp pains. I was slated to work for a bit at the gym, then head out to get on my project, ‘public inclinations’ (13d). I finally got into the canyon about 45 minutes late, just due to errands and traffic. I was nervous, but amped when I started hiking. I felt good warming up, and while lowering, I brushed holds and did a few moves on the proj. After belaying my buddy Kris on ‘sonic youth’ (he managed a 1 hang), I tied in for a burn. 1 shot, 1 kill! With significant effort I was able to get through the 3rd crux (where i had fallen the last 4 goes) and found myself clipping the chains. This one was a physical and mental battle. Falling at the same spot 4 times in a row had me wondering if I had trained myself to fail there. I was questioning my physical health. But it all worked out, and I thankfully notched a new grade. Well earned, I think.

On a personal note, I would like to thank everyone for the kind words and well wishes over the last several days. Wonderful people in my life, just one more thing to be thankful for.


New perspectives and being thankful

I know thanksgiving is still several weeks away, but I have a lot to be thankful for. Last Friday, while riding my bike home in capitol hill, a car opened its door at the very instant I was passing it. I launched! Like 8 feet out. That in and of itself is horrible. It’s one nightmare that every biker or cyclist has had. It’s always in the back of your head. What made this even worse was the car coming up the street from the other direction. Not a bad thing, in and of itself, but if you’ve been in cap hill before, you know how narrow the streets are. So I was flying directly into oncoming traffic.

You always hear that peoples lives flash before their eyes before they die, or think they’re going to die. That’s horse shit! As I flew through the air, all I could think about was how this was a really lame way to go out. I was certain I was going to get hit by the oncoming car, and I accepted that fate. My body was limp.

The instant I hit the ground I heard the screeching tires and brakes as the driver mashed on the pedal. I could do nothing but lay there, helpless and vulnerable. I opened my eyes to see the car tire stopped 2 feet away from me. My shoulder hurt, my hand a wrist were bruised, but nothing was broken. I had hit my head pretty good, but had my helmet on. I should be in the hospital, or worse. But I rode the 1 block home and ordered a pizza. For all intents and purposes, and against the odds, I was fine. Someone or something was looking out for me.

On Sunday I tried to go climbing with my friend Bobbi. I was hungover and sore (post Halloween costume party and bike wreck, respectively). I played around, but my shoulder was def on fire. It especially hurt to belay. It’s a great excuse to get out of belay duty, but in all honesty I’d rather not have the pain and be forced to belay. After we wrapped up, I started to contemplate what would happen, what my path would be, if this became a nagging and chronic problem. What if my shoulder didn’t get better? I was bummed out and slipped into a funk.

The Monday setting session at the gym brought little in the way relief, either physically or mentally. I struggled to move our 35ft extension ladder, “widow maker”. While you’re never fully comfortable moving it, I was really out of sorts, and it seemed heinously difficult due to the shoulder. Tuesday we set the boulder, and I was very gun shy about forerunning the problems. But once I got warmed up, I felt a bit more confident, and the shoulder felt a bit better. It didn’t really hurt for the rest of the day. There was a slight dull ache, but that was it.

I awoke this morning with the same dull ache, but no sharp pains. I was slated to work for a bit at the gym, then head out to get on my project, ‘public inclinations’ (13d). I finally got into the canyon about 45 minutes late, just due to errands and traffic. I was nervous, but amped when I started hiking. I felt good warming up, and while lowering, I brushed holds and did a few moves on the proj. After belaying my buddy Kris on ‘sonic youth’ (he managed a 1 hang), I tied in for a burn. 1 shot, 1 kill! With significant effort I was able to get through the 3rd crux (where i had fallen the last 4 goes) and found myself clipping the chains. This one was a physical and mental battle. Falling at the same spot 4 times in a row had me wondering if I had trained myself to fail there. I was questioning my physical health. But it all worked out, and I thankfully notched a new grade. Well earned, I think.

On a personal note, I would like to thank everyone for the kind words and well wishes over the last several days. Wonderful people in my life, just one more thing to be thankful for.


The front range is FINALLY cooling off!

Fall in the front range, such an amazing thing. It goes from being balls hot to reasonable in the span of a week. Climbing here gets so much better, too, as the rock gets less smarmy.  The psych levels def amp up for us climbers.

I’ve been working a climb at the new river wall in clear creek (I know, I sound like a broken record) called ‘enjoy your youth’ (13c). I first went down there to try it out about a month ago with my friend Brian Kimball (who bolted it, thanks bk!) Even though I was sick (a bad cold I picked up after my friends’ wedding) I figured out all the moves my first time on it. This was way more promising than the last climb I did, ‘sweet inspirations’.  In my head I was thinking it would go rather quickly based on this ‘promising’ feeling.

The next time I got on it, I was with my buddy Dusty. It was the day after a block party hosted by vine St pub and we were both sporting some serious hangovers.  not without effort, I managed a high point on my last burn of the day, linking to the last hard move of the first crux.  I was hoping for something better, but was ok with progress.

weather and scheduling kept me away for a bit, but I was able to get down there with my friend Keith about a week and a half later. he was working the same climb, which makes for an easy day, logistically. On his first burn of the day (2nd route, total) he easily fired through the crux, only to unfortunately stall and pump off in the middle of the final boulder problem of ‘sonic youth’. It was cool to watch. I, however, was not that lucky. I felt terrible, and actually made negative progress. Nothing felt right, I had no core tension, I just plain climbed like crap. I was extremely frustrated, and defeated. 3 attempts that day and nothing to show for it. unfortunately for Keith, it was a ‘first go, best go’ kind of day.

flash forward to today. Feeling a bit tired and run down, but was psyched to be heading down there with my buddy Shaun, who was psyched to try out ‘sonic youth’. I started the day off right with a proper breakfast at watercourse.  We met at the pullout at 1230, just as the sun was getting off the main face.  A few warmup laps on the 12b, and it was go time.

Complete failure! My feet wouldn’t stick to the shitty footholds, I again had no core tension, and I made even more negative progress. After feeling like I should be on to legit redpoint burns by now, to have to start relearning and reworking beta was a real kick in the teeth. I did figure out a better way to grab a hold in the middle of the crux, but I wasn’t about to hold my breath in anticipation of anything good. I lowered off fairly dejected.

My second burn felt terrible, too. I was second guessing myself on the entry slab, which goes at a mere 5.8. But I got to the start of the climb and fired out onto the overhanging face. Not good, not bad, I was just flowing through moves. I got to the jug at the start of the crux and didn’t feel TOO bad, so I gave it all I had. I placed my left foot on a really bad sloping edge and made the big move to the bad slopey crimp dish. I switched feet and fell into the good crimp with my right hand. At this point my right hand is usually fully open, and I’m barely hanging on. This time, though, I was able to stack my thumb on top and full on crimp! I switched feet again, hit the left hand crimp, and bumped to the pocket. I hit the correct spot, situated my feet as best I could and dropped my right hand towards the crimp I just bumped off of. I hit the hold, paused for a brief moment, and took a sizeable whip. high point!

I belayed Shaun on another climb, and while doing so, contemplated if I was actually going to get back on the project. I had a small snack and some water and decided to go for it.

This time I surprisingly stuck the down move to the crimp! My feet cut off and I had a brief moment of panic as I envisioned a large fall sending me into the slab! But I got my feet back on and composed myself and gingerly made my way over to the final awkward rest on ‘sonic youth’. I rested as much as I could, while mentally going through the beta for the final boulder problem. Not without a lot of effort and some not so flattering noises, I made it to the chains!

This one tested me mentally, as the negative progress I encountered was way worse than any climb I’ve been on.  I usually make steady progress until a send is imminent. But this one was a surprise. I’m just glad I took it to the top the first time I linked through the first crux. I’d like to think I learned something about the process of working a hard route, too.  As always, it’s on to the next challenge!


Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Yesterday, Saturday August 18th was a rest day. But on this rest day, I decided to build a platform bed in my apartment. This involved hauling a bunch of wood up a steep set of stairs by myself. Not fun! Then the chore of actually building the damned thing. It took twice as long and twice as much energy than I had anticipated. Needless to say, a nap was in order afterward. But it went from nap to just sleeping, and I awoke about 4 hours or so later, roughly 8pm.

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The great equalizer

First time back in rifle since the very beginning of September. I haven’t been wanting to come to grips with the unfortunate reality of being a weekend warrior. But I couldn’t stay away any longer.

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the latest musings

perspective is a funny thing.  i have been spending more time down at the new river wall again.  it seems to come and go.  the climbing down there is so much fun and the stone is pretty damn good.  opportunities abound for training and breaking into new grades.  but it can also be very intimidating.  it’s very high profile, since it shares the same parking lot as a lot of easier crags.  and it’s notoriously difficult, with nothing easier than 5.12-. Continue reading


looking back at the summer of george, now 1 year removed

what a difference 1 year makes.  this time last year i was coming off of a successful month in maple canyon, and gearing up for 2 solid months in rifle.  my fitness was at an all time high.  flash forward to today, and i’m pretty beat down physically a lot of the time.  since sending ‘public enemy’, there hasn’t been a whole lot of activity (1 13b and 1 13a…)

so while climbing hasn’t been a huge priority lately, it has given me the chance to reflect on how special and amazing my ‘summer of george’ was (for me, anyway), strictly from a climbing perspective.  so here goes… Continue reading


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