They hate how you live for it, but love how you die for it. Everyone loves a martyr.
Phonograph needle scratches old records, while I, in my solitude, scratch at old wounds.
So tonight at Planet Granite (my local climbing gym), I peeled off of the finishing hold on my current bouldering project. It’s the black V9 on the north outdoor bouldering wall that starts at the very bottom of the overhang. Subsequently, it would have also been my first V9, ever. Going for that final hold was like reaching out to the hand of God and him pulling away at the very last second...