There is nothing quite as sweet as a training session on a good board. Dropping your chalkbag in your usual spot, firing up your best tunes, running through your usual warm ups that felt like projects three months ago.
There's no doubt I'm back climbing, my skin is sore and my feet are still reeling from being stuffed back into my Five Tens. Over the past year I've tried to return to climbing a couple of times and each attempt has fallen flat through injury. Each comeback has felt the same, and anyone who has had a layoff knows the feeling well.
Forgive me, it has been many months since my last confession and I find myself yet again on another journey of redemption. In the half a year since I last climbed much has changed. I'd been slowing getting back into climbing, enjoying the training and had sampled some of the amazing rock the northeast has to offer. But then it all went wrong