Hidden Dragon

While there's certainly something depressing about being too torn down to function at a high level, there's something altogether gratifying about digging deep enough to say "Piss on all that," and tearing it down to the ground for warm accomplishment. Today's climbing session was kinda like that. Started off with quite a lot of super easy traversing. i could tell Tiger Claw WuShu Chi was craftily eluding me yet again, so i thought i'll just do everything with a kneebar, and my teeth if i have to." That didn't really work at all, but there were some chicks nearby watching, so i sent a long-standing v3 proj i'd never managed to do. Then there were these two angry looking, scrawny high-school kids moping about in my gym, falling off of things lightweight people have no right falling off of, so i walked a v3 crimper, and a v2 cave-roof toe-hook problem just to make myself feel better. Then it was upstairs where i fell 4 or 5 times "working" a v2 that should'a been a light constitutional. Got it, but i was sure there was nothing left. Then two more guys came up and started spraying-- working a v7. These fellers turned out to be proper cool, and we fell in to throwing beta at each other. Ended up sending another 3, a "4" that goes at righteous 2, another 2, worked all the moves on a v4 i missed at the comp, and even got some impressive distance on that v7. And i don't think i seriously damaged my biceps further-- kept me arms straight the whole time. Took some very odd yoga poses to do it, but it was a victory for sequencing and technique. Turns out my WuShu Chi can be aroused from slumber by having an audience. Who'd'a thought, eh!?