Progression

I’d like to go on record for moment and officially answer the following question:

“Micah, after everything that’s happened do you think you’ll ever go climbing again?”

I ask you all this, “Does one never eat again after contracting ameobic dysentery? Does one never date again after a relationship gone awry? Do we walk outside and pray that a meteor won’t slam into our face? Does the sun rise in the east and set in the west?”

I don’t imagine it comes as a big surprise to anyone who reads this blog, but I still feel compelled to say (please excuse the necessary expletives), “Fuck yeah, I plan on climbing again!” Granted, I don’t imagine highball bouldering is gonna be the first thing on the agenda, but as soon as the docs give the green light, or more realistically, sometime before, I’ll be tying in and and pulling down.

In fact ever since I left the hospital in Mammoth I’ve been training. That first workout in the desert, the one full bar dip performed on a walker, catalyzed subsequent sessions. First in my parents home, on the pull up bar thats been there since I started climbing in high school and now back at the shed, training has been on the agenda.

Obviously options are fairly limited. I spend most of my time on the hang board and campus rungs. While fairly monotonous, I’m excited about the possibility of gaining some upper body and finger power, something I’ve lost quite a bit of over the past year. After 6 months of this I’ll either be cranking one arms with a beer in the other hand or making an appointment with an orthopod to have both shoulders repaired (for those that don’t know, my shoulders have been anything but healthy for a while now).

Motivation wanes from time to time, but luckily there’s resources available to those of us in need. Big Ups new video Progression is high on the rad scale. Then again, my opinion is a little twisted. Watching a climbing video right now is not much different than showing a prisoner pornography. Whatever the case check out the trailer.