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| My home woddie |
“The journey is the destination” and all the other trite
sayings about being in the moment, forcing us to be excited about the process
of training, about the pain and effort of repeated movement, of practice making
perfect movement and eventual execution of routes has always bothered me. Bothered me
because I always felt it somehow belittled the need to have a huge end goal.
Would I train for the sake of training? Would I run just to run? I have needed
and used big goals as good motivators over the years. Would I be happy without the passion of heading towards a big goal.
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| Very hard wood cut into blocks with shallow drilled holds make excellent drytooling holds. |
Something clicked with the process recently; I have been
stuck in the process of everyday life for the past year, the grind of house
building, of moving, of work, of films, of love and of injury. All of it
combined to make life full and eventful. But all of it forced me to get excited
by small incremental achievements on my home wall, or a longer distance run
faster or a steeper slope skied better.
Somehow I managed to find the joy in
the process without a clear goal in mind. Those small gains made me happy. I thought that not having a clear goal would make with train without passion. Trapped
in a white 12’ high x 20’ long carport tent on a wooden home built wall has turned out to be a small oasis. I took great pleasure in setting routes and then failing to
finish them at first, making a move or two closer to completion ever few sessions.
Finally I have completed all of them and can now link them.
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| The joys (read expensive) parts of home building. |
I have big goals again and somehow the day to day gains seem
more important; I finally have finished a cycle of training that coincides with
an alpine climbing trip to Canada. I
have a strong and motivated partner that was just in Chamonix and in the swing
of things. Lets hope conditions are good.
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| Alpine dreams. |
More when we get back.
