A few things I've learned on my travels through this crazy little thing called 'winter-training': One, a morning of pain is better than a night of resting. Two, I probably won't go down in climbing-history, but I will go down on your campus-board. And three, while I am down there it might be nice to see a hint of progress. I am not talking about Wolfgang Güllich's one-finger-1-4-7 moves or anything. Just something that reminds me that I am performing like a climber. but I guess the larger question is why is this board of crimps so hell bent on destroying it's biggest fan?
This summer came together much like most of the best things do, completely...