Last Sunday, a sequence of seven moves was my primary focus.
God, did they kick my ass!
Humbling was when a tiny gal that weighed no more than a buck at the most, came along and danced through this frustrating sequence. Like a butterfly through a field of daisies.
I aint no butterfly, that's for sure.
I am more in lines of a wolverine.
I did not let this thing beat me. I came back an hour later to work the sequence again. The puzzle all came together. Breath and focus. Don't over power the delicate holds. No hesitations. Just relax and flow.
This time I succeeded.
I did not conquer it. It conquered me. It humbled me. It made me think for the rest of the afternoon into that eve. Think about my soul and my spirit.
It made me once again realize why I love this climbing gig so much.
It constantly motivates me to grow and become a better spirit, through and through.
I smiled as I closed my eyes and softly fell a sleep. Ahhhh, Peace.
It's all about constantly working with that Puzzle that is put in front of me. The puzzle which always helps me grow.