What a fat knacker...

After all the whinging that I had put on loads of weight in Sardinia I think the scales in the school might be wrong. Basically, before I went away I was 10.5st - or so it said at the school, when I came back I was almost 11.5st and that's what started this whole downward spiral of blubber obsessed conciousness. She had Monday off, bought some fancy-whizz-bang scales which weighed me at 11st 6 = 11.5st, which is what the school said, so I thought it must be correct. Went to the school again on Tuesday and was at 10.75st, down to 11st 4 at home. Yesterday (thursday) the school said 10.5st and home said 11st2. So, given that the home scales have not been thumbed by the great and good of british rock climbing I am assuming they are correct. Which brings me to my next point, which is - I don't want to be 11.5st! I want to be 10.5st! I don't know why I have so stigmatised 11st in my head, but I have, and I don't like it! TC once said that Jerry used to advise going for a long walk and not eating as a vehicle for weight loss. Watch this space.

Since Mondays flood based debacle, I have climbed to the point of destruction! its been great! Tuesday I went to the board with James in the day and did so much volume I couldn't do chalk and blow at the end. Wednesday I had a late afternoon in the works. Ryan, Dave Barrans, Adam Lincoln and Tyler all knocking around (quite strong that Tyler youth - needs a shave mind) and again, I climbed volume to the point of destruction. Did some up problems before starting to flail on one of these traverses thats been created for the difficulty team - no hard moves, but lots of swinging around in the middle of a roof with minimal feet, anyway, RMan's mate comes in - oh my god! he is massive. Arnold massive - amazing, the last time I saw him climb he was rubbish. He had rubbish footwork but was very strong in a straight line. He pulled straight on to this traverse (as far as I could see) and blazed past my high point, right the way to the end, my eyes were out on stalks! a further battering for my psyche - he must be fit. Apparently he wants to climb font8a by the end of the year. Having seen his previous attempts at going up rather than along I would have said no chance, but in light of this most recent development, maybe its on!

Thursday I went to the board again, but was beaten from the previous two days exertions. Did some ring training and that was about it. Made a hilarious video whilst doing silly dancing which is what James' GIF comment refers to, here is a frame :


So, its Friday and that means the weekend loometh. I don't really know what to do tomorrow. Saturday morning is my Window of opportunity. She is working in Manchester, so like a few weeks back, I will take her over, and then go somewhere to climb. Given the rain of this week I dont know where that should be. On one hand I thought I could go to the cave but thats quite a long way, especially if I need to be back for 1600 (probably drop her off at 11), but is enough time to get beasted! Or I was going to go back to the tor, depends if its wet. Then there are all these new things at beginners wall, maybe I will go and have a look at them.