Thursday, 1 September 2011
Death or glory at Dunkeld.
Me: So, should I do Rat Race then??
Andy: *stares*....I'm not saying anything, it's a great route though.
Me: Yeah, well, I'm syked!!
- usual faffing gearing up chalk basting ensues -
Me: Okay cool I'm going to go for it.
Andy: Yeah, that's the stuff, death or glory!
Me: *snorts*....More like slumping on the gear sulking, or glory!
- usual battling gear fiddling and panicking ensues as I'm trying to get into the so-called rest niche -
Me: Shit, these holds are shit!!
- one move up -
Me: Shit that's it I'm dead, I'm dead.
- etc etc -
In my defence, I kinda meant dead as in when the school bully threatens you at lunchtime "Jenkins you little scrote, you're gonna be so dead after school", rather than actually dead dead. The threat of slithering down with negative dignity to safely slump on the adequate gear was more real, but being pumped and sweaty and stressed, it was enough of a threat!
Also in my defence, I fiddled in some closer gear, committed to the squirm into the niche, soundly and profanely berated the guidebook for implying the sloping cramped body-trashing static grovel was anything like a "good no hands rest", but used it anyway. Transferred the arm pump to all over body pump, thrutched upwards into some sort of normality, did the slabby bit and the roof bit and yeah did the damn climb. Bit epic but very cool and worth the effort. Glory, of a sort ;).