Dead Zone

I’ve been struggling a little lately, folks. (Don’t worry, this is not a long personal disclosure post, I’m talking about teh rockclimengs). I’ve suffered a series of high gravity days, some minor elbow pain, and a serious lack of motivation.

Basically, I’m me only worse.

I figure it’s a combo of mourning for the good temps, my annual bout of plasticitis (characterized by bouts of lethargy when exposed to urethane and an apparent inability to complete a frickin’ blog post), and an utter lack of goals for the summer climbing season.

Now since none of those foolish enough to read this have ever met me, you don’t know just how bad I am at making plans and/or setting goals. I believe I have a genetic predisposition for being lousy at setting goals and even lousier at sticking to them. I blame my dad. This leads to a lot of time sitting at the gym pondering whether I should try that hard boulder problem a few times, maybe do some laps on a V4, or rope up for the first time in months. It also leads to this conversation any time I’m at the crag/boulders:

Friends: “What do you want to get on today?”

Me: “I guess I’d like to try [problem/route]. But whatever.”

Friends: “Want to go check out [some other thing]?”

Me: “Sure. Whatever.”

Friends (thinking): I wish this asshole would just say what he wants to do. It would make my life so much easier.

Me: “Did you just say something?”

Friends: “What? No.” (thinking): Damn! Must think quieter.

It’s really sad.

So now I need your help. Someone please tell me what the hell to do climbing-wise over the next three or four months!

Failing that, I’d settle for someone telling me what to do at the gym tonight.

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