Punt

It's every competitors worst nightmare (especially in this comp format where a mistake means you are finished). . . right as you pull onto the start holds, your foot blows off and you're done before you ever started climbing. Untie. Let the disappointment, embarrassment, and anger settle in. It's the equivalent of disqualification for a false start. You could not do any worse. I trained, I brought my entire family to Colorado- and this is what happened. I knew immediately that any chance for making it to finals was gone. I still had one route to go and I easily flashed it (which would have easily gotten me into finals if I had just done the easy part of the other route). Redemption? Maybe. I think I would be easier on myself if my strength just didn't measure up to the other competitors with the limited training time that I've had. And I'm happy that I'm still competitive as an athlete. I'm just so disappointed that this is how it went down. Had I not slipped off the start, I would definitely be competing at the World Cup this fall. It's a tough thing to swallow but I realize that some people train for YEARS, go to the olympics, only to do something similar. Putting it behind me and moving on. And making the most of this family vacation.

SCS Nationals

Around the new year I decided that I wanted to go to SCS nationals in Boulder, CO because it would be the qualifying event for the first IFSC World Cup event in Atlanta. While I knew that finding the time to train would be next to impossible (as evidence by my lack of blogging) and that the trip would be a logistical challenge, to not try for a world cup in my hometown seemed like a travesty. I am nowhere near my physical best, I have zero route-climbing competition experience (yes, I had to ask what the rules are), and after the airline busted the wheels off Annie’s stroller (in case you ever wondered, they don’t guarantee wheels . . . sorry) my arms are fried from carrying her all over Denver & Boulder the better part of today.

But I’m here and you better believe I’m going to try. I’m proud of myself for following through despite the many setbacks, pushing myself, and going outside my comfort zone. Last week I was at the gym getting in some last minute training. I had saved a bunch of routes for onsight attempts and I was getting the smack down. I had felt so much stronger weeks earlier and was so frustrated by my perceived failure. As I was changing in the locker room feeling defeated, I looked down and that long pink scar that spans my lower abdomen held my gaze for an important moment. My frustration softened and I remembered how far I’ve come in a year. Qualifiers are tomorrow and I'm happy to be here.

(And p.s.- to lose a wheel between the gate check in Atlanta and Denver on a direct flight takes skill. This is not over! After the flight crew sending us to stand in a customer service line only to be told 'Sorry. We don't guarantee wheels' . . . it's war, Airtran, it's war.)