Board whore

I'm writing this with the lights on and the sound of the rain beating down on the roof outside. Its cold, everything is soaked and even the most hardy of animals will be staying in. The MetOffice have issued a severe weather warning, James Foley is coming over and I expect the purveyors of indoor pursuits will be wealthy this weekend.

Last night, as the sunshine lighting S3 gave way to darkness, 5 bare chested hulks flexed their muscles only feet away from dozens of drug ravaged prostitutes. Neither were aware of the others presence. Both groups ply their trade handling hard wood and both have a predisposition to becoming heavilly dependant on dietary supplementation but remain thin to the point of emaciation.

There's something special about the exclusivity of training on a board, opposed to even the best of boards at a climbing wall. Perhaps its that proportionally there's less traffic at a private facility and holds are cleaner, but more likely its that the base level gets set higher. This was what was so good about the school. Were you to take a representative sample from the general climbing populous, I would expect 2-5% to be able to do any of the warm ups. To a commercial climbing climbing wall, to build such a facility, which 95% of folk couldn't use - would be folly.

Perhaps also, its that board sessions encourage beasts - you get a concentration of psyche in a small area, and this helps everyone to push on. I knew last night was going to be a special session. Through the evening we had Dylan and Garry, Ed Robinson and Keith and even The Dark Knight Ed Brown cycled down on his lightweight track optimised velocipede. I was tired, I ached and I had bad skin, but I was psyched and I tried hard. Brilliant Brilliant Brilliant.