Gripping the door handle with excitement rushing through my inter body. Walking into the climbing gym seeing many familiar faces, almost like a family reunion. It was the first day of team. Being away from my second family was a great feeling to be back. Back in the routine. Back to start a new great season.
Leathering my hands in chalk ready to see how my imperfections have improved. Catching my mind, my body holding on to the finish hold. I had flashed one of my hardest climbs I have done.