2. Let Go Hold On Let Go
My husband and I eat, sleep and breathe climbing. Sometimes if the forecast looks good, we’ll pack the car on a Thursday night after work and drive down to the Red after calling in sick for Friday. We stop in Cincinnati and sleep in a rest stop when he gets tired, then continue in the morning straight to the crag. This trip he’s working Table of Colors, I’m working Infectious. Infectious is hard, for me. I’m used to vertical routes - crimps with bad feet; although Infectious is far from overhanging by the Red’s standards, if feels bouldery and steep to me. I dig my fingers into the pockets so hard I wear away at the skin around my knuckles – I’m bleeding through the tape but I don’t care. I want to send. I started trying this in the Fall and came close…the more I get denied the more I want it. The more the route tells me no you can’t, the more my back gets up and my defiance builds. I’m gonna try again. And again after that if I have to. I just want to fucking send. Final...