The nor'easter came and went.

Weeks of balancing hard training with hard schoolwork. Restless nights anticipating the competition wall and problems.

The qualifiers could not have gone better, I did not fall off! Semi's were called off due to rain and so 20 people went through to finals! I finished third, on paper a good result. But in my mind I should not have made the silly route reading mistake I made. I should have done the couple more moves I needed to do to win. Shoulda' woulda' coula'. But as with all competitions I take part in, I was left with an odd taste in my mouth. A feeling of wishing things had turned out differently. The hardest part about competitions is living with the results and moving on.

For now it is back to the constant grind of schoolwork, and hopefully making time to climb once a week-ish. Life is a balancing act.