|FA: Under Lock and Key, v13|
If you have read my humble and horribly written blog in the past few weeks you will already be aware that I have been trying some projects at a local area in PA. I say local but it's a good 2hr drive. Yesterday I made that trip on a busted knee with hopes to send the Key Hole Project. I had put three sessions into it prior failing to snag an ascent. Two sessions the weather got the best of me but I tried to send anyway. 2hrs one way is a long drive and I was psyched.. Thats old Tim talking, new Tim knows better. It's not worth getting injured which is exactly what I managed to do. Nothing serious mind you, I tweaked my hammy heel hooking and it resolved itself in a few days. None the less feeling tweaked can put mental stress on any situation. So, I started my session off yesterday as I had previously. Warmed up in an area close to the project fully knowing that today may or may not be my day to send. Failing has become just as important to me as succeeding. Maybe more so know than before. My parents were right this entire time?? Its not about getting there it's about the journey? I think I understand now... Or is that just me being trapped into the state of mind, the perception, the vantage or my current time? Whatever, anyway I was feeling good and warmed up as best as I could in 30 degree temps and set up for my red point attempts. After two attempts I was feeling confident and sent on my third. Finally!!!! I had managed to link it up. I barely stuck the slot move which is "the" move. It's always a little manky and the hold is not exactly in a great spot. Its just big enough for my fat fingers to get some bite but it bites back. That's it. That's the end of my story. I sent. Awesome! I am really psyched to put another line up. So continues my love of the sport. Off to try something new.