Not
last year was about quantity in climbing, neither was it about
quality. It was more about searching own inner motivation and balance
in training.
I
climbed a little more than a half of the year, partly due to Kosty’s
surgery, partly due my own illnesses and a new diagnosis. Eventually,
I was climbing from May to October and also in January.
Nevertheless,
this year had its memorable moments.
One
of my favorite feelings in climbing is to climb, when it seems almost
impossible. When nobody can think I might climb in this particular
go. Not that as cannot I do it, because I can do all the movements,
though, often not first try and not in long links. And, finally at
the last go after a few days of climbing I do all the movements one
by one.
Interestingly,
in such way I climb hard routes (about 7b), but not the hardest ones
for me. My high-graded routes vise versa felt relatively easy. Maybe,
all the time and efforts I put in them make such feelings possible.
One
more my memorable climb was at my last climbing day on Malta. The
route goes from a big overhanging to a roof and finally to a vertical
part. In the middle of the route, you find yourself climb upside down
because of a bulge on the roof. The problem was even not about
difficulty of the route, but about timing. It wouldn’t have been
easy to come back to this route.
I
like that all routes this year were different: endurance and
bouldery, on slopers, pockets and tufas. And, they were at 3
different rock types: limestone, sandstone and granite.
Other
new experiences include climbing in gyms of others countries and
living on the rock with my project located nearby.
Not
bad for such “bad” year. At least, there was time and place for
climbing, and what one would do without it?
