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?