Despite being relatively fit in general terms, fit for rock I am definitely not. We managed three HVSs over the weekend (a bit lazy, but baby steps) and I needed to rest on one - the second sustained pitch of Central Park. So I can't complain too much. Once pumped, the pump seemed to stick around - I have poor recovery ability. Also, after such a long layoff, and a lot of running last year, my feet are no longer rock-shoe-shaped - jeez they hurt. Think I may have to revert to beginner shoes for a bit!
To be honest, Saturday was marred with a sense of unease - weak arms, probable dehydration, Gogarth psyche-out and not much sleep all added up to give me a stressful day. Sunday was much better though and I could actually enjoy the climbing (probably cos it was easier). Still, I know what I need to do - climb more.
We found a cracking campsite right near South Stack which even served brekky. Of course, the weather always biases ones view of a place and it was hot, damned hot.
Not quite Yoda yet, more of a crying Luke Skywalker.
|A room with a view|
|Sorted for the day - 8am and t-shirt weather|
|Sense of impending psyche-out|
|We had to queue for Scavenger, but hey, can't complain when it's this nice|
|Calves courtesy of Insanity|
|Crux bridging of Scavenger - 5m off the deck and I am already wasted|
|Icarus takes the smaller shadow near the centre of the pic - you can see a chap in the corner|
|James sat in shit|