That last blog post was months and months ago now, and very little of significance has occurred since then. I did a lot of physio to heal my wounds and a lot of work to heal my publication record. Success on both counts.
I had a fortnight in France. The Cote D'Azur in Nice, where there are a lot of very nice crags which are mostly wet. It was here that I came to realise how stressed the last two years of work have made me, when my head collapsed in spectacular fashion, leaving me unable to toprope 6c's without a hissy fit. Fortunately, two weeks in the sun was exactly what I needed.
Now I feel like I'm back, in more ways than one. I'm back to training; the injuries clear enough to try hard and want to try harder. I'm back ticking, with success on a whole route at Malham this weekend. The blog is back. My psyche is back. Oh yes, the last one gives me the most pleasure. If I'm honest, there have been times when all climbing has felt like a chore over the last few months. Today I find myself surfing the internet for climbing news. Googling for pictures of potential projects. Watching movies on Vimeo and You Tube. In short, doing many things which are not work.
I am psyched out of my tiny little mind.
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