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Overhangs and roofs
Jun. 4th, 2014 09:35 pmFeeling very groggy this morning with what felt suspiciously like the start of a full on migraine. After slogging through for a couple of hours, I gave in and hit the painkillers. Rather to my surprise, this was enough to bring the headache down to a tolerable level and to deal with the horrible nauseous feeling.
With me recovered enough enough to climb, we put had a good session, although not quite up to the epic standards of a couple of weeks ago. We spent our time sticking to relatively easy routes to practice our leading technique — we're both starting to become more polished and there are far fewer moments when we misjudge each other and whoever is climbing finds themselves struggling to pull through enough slack. Towards the end, I was feeling more ambitious and flashed a 6a with a brutal overhang and quite a large exposed section between clips — which, if I'd stopped to thing what I was doing, would probably have bothered me — and R, who was already feeling quite tired, opted out.
We both finished with a technically easy but very overhung route with two different finishing points. R stopped at the first one, about two-thirds of the way up, too knackered even to even clip the snapgate on the anchor. I did the same route but went right the way to the top anchor along the roof, which I thought was going to be brutal but it actually felt very comfortable and I did it with no trouble at all.
When I got back down we decided to call it a day because, while I might not have been too bothered by the climb itself, R had been reduced to a sweaty-palmed bundle of nerves down on the ground. But at least she was an impressed sweaty-palmed bundle of nerves — she said it made her think of all the things we'd seen when we were starting out and how impressed we've'd been to see someone do something like that — so all my hard work didn't go completely unappreciated!
ETA: the knee I bumped on one of the overhangs is well on it's way to a tasteful shade of aubergine. I knew it was bad when I did it — I smacked it on the bottom of the outcrop in a moment of inattention — but I'd hoped it wasn't going to be quite this horrible.
Maybe I ought to start carrying instant ice packs around with me for this sort of thing. Or maybe I ought to learn to be a little less clumsy!
With me recovered enough enough to climb, we put had a good session, although not quite up to the epic standards of a couple of weeks ago. We spent our time sticking to relatively easy routes to practice our leading technique — we're both starting to become more polished and there are far fewer moments when we misjudge each other and whoever is climbing finds themselves struggling to pull through enough slack. Towards the end, I was feeling more ambitious and flashed a 6a with a brutal overhang and quite a large exposed section between clips — which, if I'd stopped to thing what I was doing, would probably have bothered me — and R, who was already feeling quite tired, opted out.
We both finished with a technically easy but very overhung route with two different finishing points. R stopped at the first one, about two-thirds of the way up, too knackered even to even clip the snapgate on the anchor. I did the same route but went right the way to the top anchor along the roof, which I thought was going to be brutal but it actually felt very comfortable and I did it with no trouble at all.
When I got back down we decided to call it a day because, while I might not have been too bothered by the climb itself, R had been reduced to a sweaty-palmed bundle of nerves down on the ground. But at least she was an impressed sweaty-palmed bundle of nerves — she said it made her think of all the things we'd seen when we were starting out and how impressed we've'd been to see someone do something like that — so all my hard work didn't go completely unappreciated!
ETA: the knee I bumped on one of the overhangs is well on it's way to a tasteful shade of aubergine. I knew it was bad when I did it — I smacked it on the bottom of the outcrop in a moment of inattention — but I'd hoped it wasn't going to be quite this horrible.
Maybe I ought to start carrying instant ice packs around with me for this sort of thing. Or maybe I ought to learn to be a little less clumsy!
