Happy New Year: Spring 2024

For those who don’t know, my new year runs from when the clocks go forward, giving a much better point of the year for resolutions and goal setting. There is also a Solstice when the clocks go back. For more information, click here.

The complete dearth of blog posts this season is entirely linked to the complete absence of anything worth writing about.

There are indeed extenuating circumstances. I’ve lived here for nineteen years and I’m not sure I can recall a winter this incessently wet. Indeed, it seems as though it began raining in October and has only recently stopped.

That being said, there have been opportunities in the past six months; I just happened to have missed them. While some of that has been from my child-rearing duties, the fact is that the majority of my time has simply been spent working.

For the past four years, I’ve poured my heart and soul into Prowess Climbing Coaching. Not that I’m complaining too much, it’s been amazing seeing myself progress and develop a business like this. However this season has highlighted some important points for me.

I’m immensely proud of what I’ve achieved; especially over the past season. There’ll be a post coming out soon (I need to crunch the numbers first) reviewing exactly what I’ve managed to do this year, it is incredible. I’ve shared some of the stats with friends in similar positions and they’ve all been surprised/impressed/raised eyebrows.

But that doesn’t mean it’s not taken, and continues to take, it’s toll. Twice this season I’ve faced burnout. Both mental and physical health have taken a hit. I found myself, off the back of yet another incredibly busy spell at the Indy for the Indy Open competition with a stinking cold that meant every time I jumped off a boulder problem, my head felt like it was being squeezed in a vice.

I walked through the door and saw an old friend, Ricky, who asked how I was. I told him I felt rough, overworked, stressed and strained. He smiled. “Do you remember when you first started? You were worried that you’d be able to make it work, worried you wouldn’t be able to find enough work? Now look at you: complaining about being worked too hard…”

And yet, there needs to be a balance. I’m reaching the point where going all out constantly will no longer work. Something is going to need to change. The good news is that I think it will.

Season Review

This ought not to take long.

In the last post, I commented “it seems silly to let go of the momentum and forget about outdoor bouldering just because the season has changed” but little did I know about the relentlessness of the weather.

Since my last post about that glorious day at the Cost of Living Boulders, I have recorded a solitary problem outside; and even that was a first (recorded) ascent while working. Indeed, it was someone booking a session for outdoor bouldering that finally dragged me outside.

It was a fantastic session, marred only by the initial stress of finding dry rock. Two days previously, we’d been on the phone trying to work out if it was worth the risk driving up from London. Then, after days of checking both forecasts and Altantic weather charts to figure out the pressure systems, we opted for Sheep Pen.

It worked and we had a truly brilliant day. We ticked off Toe Dragon 6c+ and Dog Shooter 6c (once again, I mixed them up) before working the traverse link up. While the day was definitely not about me, it was nice to briefly jump on and repeat the 7a+ although without the top out. Not that I was bothered, I’ve done it plenty before but given it is my pick for the best link-up traverse in North Wales, I’m more than happy. Moreover, I was really chuffed we made it work.

In fact, so pleased was the client, he booked another session a mere two weeks later!

However it was that first session that really inspired. I’d been in Sheffield a few weeks previous (more on the later), discussing with friend and Performance Coach colleague Claire Youdale about prioritising the wrong things. On the Wednesday, I’d skewered my day with a single hour of coaching in the middle of what turned out to be a gorgeous day, ruining my opportunity to play for little gain. Come the Thursday, I wasn’t about to make the same mistake.

I haven’t actually had chance to blog about the session to be honest but on the drive out, I’d already made my peace that this was not about completing any problems; my only focus was to get out and climb on rock again.

I actually played it pretty well, to be honest. I was playing on Bustach Gut 7b and worked the moves through. By the time I finished, there was one move stumping me. Hopefully I can get back again soon to figure it out. Nevertheless, an outstanding session.

And that’s about it for outdoor action… but that’s not to say it’s been entirely quiet! It’s just that I’ve been more indoors this winter.

And not even indoors at home all the time either. That trip to Sheffield may have been spurred by a session observation but it also involved a day at the Climbing Works. A different stinking cold again restricted me but I did complete almost the entire yellow circuit, including some devilishly tricky climbs, to show that I can still indeed climb.

In fact, that’s been a refreshingly pleasing pattern. No matter which wall I’ve found myself – and I’ve lost count how many since the start of the season, with it certainly being well into double figures – I’ve been able to adapt, turn on the style, climb hard.

This weekend gone, no less, I found myself in Boulder Central in West Brom only to get the second ascent (if indoor routes have such a thing) of a tough and techincal V9 that left the locals very impressed. Not bad on day five from six, having run four FUNdamentals workshops in Worcester immediately before! My only complaint from West Brom was that I forgot to film it until afterwards, when there was no way I was trying to drag my aching body back up it again.

There’ve been two competitions this winter too: the aforementioned Indy Open and the Beacon Best in the West on the previous weekend. While I didn’t exactly place high on either (14th and 9th respectively) I did make a strong point of saying that I was not taking it particularly seriously. Some may have seen that as a tactic, it was not. I was there for the social and had a great time at both.

But by far my best achievement was The Triple.

John Kettle had offered me some feedback on a piece of work I’d created as a Coaching Self Audit, asking (justifiably) how I felt qualified to coach people to climb sport and, more specifically, trad. Meanwhile, while working with a client on his head game, some of the routes at the Indy piqued my interest.

Somehow (please see the link above if you’re more interested) I found myself with an unlikely challenge: the M7 mixed route; an 8a sport route; and a V9 boulder problem. In the same evening.

The middle section was by far the biggest. Neither of the other two taxed me that much, merely adding gloss to an achievement that was clearly so close to my limit that success induced applause from the crowd.

Looking back now, I realise quite how much of an accomplishment this was. Yes, the wall was short, steep and suited me but only a fool picks a project that doesn’t. The fact is that not many climb 8a ever, indoors or out. And having only done one 7c several years previously. I actually skipped 7c+ along the way.

Yes, measured in outdoor bouldering terms, this season couldn’t have been much worse. But the more I think about it, the more I realise quite how much I’ve done inside. Work or play, it’s been quite exceptional and I don’t know many people who could’ve completed like this over the past six months. Perhaps there is something to be said for this reflecting after all.

Previous Season Goals

  • Continue to boulder outdoors and up Top Ten Average grade to at least 7b
  • 88% aggregate completion with emphasis on Indy climbs
  • Train. Like actually train, especially conditioning antagonists
  • Swim
  • Finish writing The Goal Map and publish
  • Finish Performance Coach?

How Did It Go?

Oo, so this is going to be more interesting than I first thought!

We’ve discussed bouldering outdoors at length above. It simply didn’t happen. My Top Ten Yearly Average ended up at a vaguely respectable 7a+ primarily thanks to my ascent of Rock Atrocity Wobbly Bloc 7c+ way back in January. Without that it would’ve been substantially lower.

Still, there was a good revelation that came out of it. My circumstances are changing and I need to adapt. The fact is that historically, I’ve dismissed indoor climbs as unimportant but perhaps I need to pay them more attention.

The climbing world is also changing, with dedicated indoor climbers becoming much more prominent. Having the ability to rock up at any climbing wall and still turn it on, climbing V8s and V9s quickly and irrespective of hold type or climbing style is certainly laudible. Perhaps next winter, and even through the summer, this is something I should be celebrating in my own abilities, rather than putting excessive pressure on myself to try and do something that is unlikely to happen. After all, I still love climbing indoors too.

As for the aggregate, I played it just the way I wanted. The results reflected the effort and, certainly at the Indy, I could’ve picked up somewhere between 10-20 extra points if I’d gone all out. The fact is I used it for exactly what I wanted, didn’t get injured and am still feeling pretty strong (I mean, V9 in a couple of hours this weekend is kinda proof).

I learnt a lot about motivation along the way too; useful both personally and professionally. There were some reflections on a blog post early in the season.

I don’t know the stats but I was there or thereabouts.

As for training, I’m still not doing this. It’s ridiculous really, I simply can’t find a way that makes me want to do it! I have been running a bit more, which has been cool, and have a bit of a goal for that. But actual antagonist training and the like still isn’t happening.

What I am finding is that I’m feeling my age more than ever before. I’m still fit, strong and healthy but I am creaking and aching more than ever before. Again, it comes down to motivation but also time and this is a point that is only going to become MORE important.

Swimming has helped but in typical fashion, I’ve become distracted…

It is perhaps symptomatic of my situation that instead of spending time being in the pool, I’ve opted for time on poolside instead. Part of this was getting annoyed (long story, now isn’t the time) and deciding to add swimming coaching into my repertoire. Perhaps that was foolish but I have been enjoying it; and getting brilliant results too.

The summer sees me typically work less in the evenings and should free up some time for some time in the water.

Then on to the professional stuff. No complaints at all here, it’s been OUTSTANDING. Every season I am SUBSTANTIALLY better off by the end than at the start and this has been no different.

As above, managing the burnout is a constant challenge but the time constraints have meant I have not finished writing the book. Frustrating, as my original deadline was actually early January but this may have been unrealistic. Again, as the summer kicks in and my time becomes more flexible, it’ll be a good opportunity to finish the Goal Map book.

And then come back to finish the Process book I was writing before that! While the plan is to self-publish the Goal Map, the Process book will likely require more help and I’ll be seeking a publisher for this one. Hence the order, to build some momentum.

However the book is linked with Performance Coach, and the business. Part of the delay has been trialling and refining and in some ways, the delay has worked in my favour.

Hopefully, I can soon do some reflections with people, further refining that section of the book and get Action Plans as a thing on the website. Then I’ll have a much stronger book. Again, order is key here and my jobs list currently has “SCHEDULE YOUR PROJECTS” written across the top.

That includes Performance Coach. I’d LOVE to get it finished quickly, if only for the added kudos, but as I’m learning, it’s important not to rush it too much. Play the long game is becoming a mantra. It’ll come, if I keep doing what I’m doing. I know I’m good enough, I need to make sure I’m not going to fast and clearly demonstrating what I can do.

Next Season Goals

This is tricky. Do I aim for outdoor sends? Do I try and be more realistic and have (shudders slightly) indoor goals for the summer? What’s the work-life balance going to be?

I’m getting married in May, how much will that affect everything?

This is one of the toughest season’s to set for that I can remember. Hopefully, come the end of it, I’ll remember that and cut myself some slack. If you look at what we’re currently doing, as a family and not just me, it’s insane.

Still, setting some Goals will be important if I want to actually achieve something and not go clinically insane.

Oh and there’s still that lingering Goal: 8a kicking about in the background. But in the spirit of everything being an opportunity

  • Apply your own model of the Goal Map to Goal:8a
  • Ten outdoor boulder problems >7a+
  • Maintain indoor performance around V8-9
  • Climb outdoors somewhere not in North Wales
  • Finish writing, and publish, at least one book and begin work on the second
  • Build fitness, through swimming and running
  • FIND A WORK-LIFE BALANCE!

Let’s try that. I think that’s fairly realistic, achieveable and to be honest, if I can stick to it, will not only help to maintain my physical health but also my mental health as well.

This is a difficult period in our lives, for both Em and myself. It feels like a maintaining phase, building for the future rather than focusing on the present. Nevertheless, the future is all well and good but you still have to get there.

Happy New Year!

The Triple

A client hired me to help them work on their head game. It’s kinda my job and it’s well within my skill set but this particular one resonated me. For a long time, I was exactly the same.

I’ve ended up with a big reputation as a boulderer but what often isn’t known is that I spent a good fifteen years first and foremost trying to trad climb. I climbed single pitch, multi pitch, sport climbs, all across the country. And I hated it. No matter how well I could climb on a boulder, my ability would massively plummet when you tied a rope onto me.

Boulder V9, lead VDiff. It was like this for years. In fact, it was only once I decided that I wasn’t going to lead any more that the pressure came off and I could start to improve. Getting my CWDI Award (to teach indoor lead climbing in the UK) got me back on the sharp end and while I’m still not exactly an enthusiastic lead climber, I am more than capable. Not that most people believe me.

So back to my client. We went through some simple stages, explained that taking big whips on lead will only likely make things worse and regaled with some stories from my past. We were making good progress and it’s now written up as an Action Plan [the new Prowess personalised, periodised training plan coming soon] for them to work on between now and the end of the season.

This client boulders V5, leads around 6b. That’s a big disparity that can end up with some psychological barriers in there too. One barrier is to look at ‘bigger’ sport grades and instantly be a bit put off. They genuinely seem so big and scary you’re on the back foot before you even step off the floor.

So on one session, I suggested trying a 7b on top rope. Knowing how hard the moves would likely feel in isolation, I was pretty sure it would demonstrate how the grades really don’t match up between routes and boulders and take away some of the stigma. It did, indeed, work.

However I couldn’t be sure at the time and a few days later, I figured I should probably test out the route and find out if I’d sandbagged the poor client. This was at the Indy, so not super tall and somewhere I’m more than happy to lead comfortably. Turns out, I was indeed right and it really didn’t feel that hard.

With my interest piqued, I glanced around the lead wall to see what else was around that was harder. Answer: one solitary climb. A salmon 8a right up the centre of the wall. Instantly, I was hooked.

Christmas Break

That Friday, three days before Christmas, I read the route and mentally prepared myself to give it a try. I was volunteering with my usual Friday group but kept one eye on my project, waiting for my chance. Warmed up, psyched up I was desperate to fly up the wall.

Then at 7:50pm the stereo started playing Closing Time. Confused, I wandered over to the desk. “Are you hinting?” I asked with a half smile

“Kinda. More like flat out telling everyone. I wanna get out on time tonight” came the abrupt reply. Turns out they were closing early for the few days before Christmas. The chance was gone.

While I was back the next day, this time I was teaching proper; not exactly conducive to warming up and preparing properly. I found a belayer but as psyched as they were to see me try an 8a on lead, they weren’t keen to hang around afterwards, leaving me one shot. I got half way. I wouldn’t get back until the New Year.

The Triple

By the time I got back, I’d become captivated by a new challenge. Underneath the 8a, traversing the steep lead wall was something else too: a series of mixed dry tooling routes, graded M5, M6 and M7 depending on how many holds you eliminated.

As well as playing with trad and sport climbing in my youth, I’d also done some winter climbing too. To claim to be a winter mountaineer would be to massively overplay my achievements but I’ve swung some axes in my time and was keen to do so again.

The it struck me: imagine a challenge of three climbs. Imagine completing the M7 mixed route, the 8a sport lead and throw in a V9 boulder problem for good measure. [Note : the Indy uses Font grades but converting it to the Hueco Scale gave the numbers more of a nice ring to them.]

A triple whammy, a solid challenge. The Triple was born.

The first attempt, it took two tries to finish the M7 route after bottling the crux move and having to work it. The 8a proved tougher. On the first attempt, I’d made it about half way but the second was more agonising, making it to within two moves from the top. It was devastating. The only good news was that I could still complete the blue V9 boulder problem first try at the end.

The following week, I was too mentally and physically sapped after two intense weeks of running courses and didn’t step off the floor. And then, to last night. Time to try again.

Truth be told, the mental prep had started days before and during the daytime on that Friday, I was already getting ready. It worked though and after five hours in the wall, I completed the Triple.

The Challenge of Climbing

I’d talked a lot about this ludicrous challenge and literally nobody had shown even the slightest inclination to follow me. Yes, people might be interested for one or two of them but all three in a night? All I received was apathy. But than in of itself was actually quite nice.

Climbing is almost by definition a challenge. Any time anyone tries to climb something, they’re already putting some effort in. How much they wish to challenge themselves is almost entirely up to them.

Climbing has multiple disciplines to pick from. It has competitions and a strong non-competitive history. You can climb indoors or out. And difficulties across all of these options range from tricky to insane. The scope to personalise the challenge to match what you want to do is enormous. This one seemed to grab me.

The idea of pushing myself as hard as I can is nothing new to me, albeit not something I’ve taken on for a while. My hardest climbs over the past twenty-or-so years have required every ounce of physical and mental strength I could muster. That’s what I typically enjoy. The idea of ‘climbing for fun’ as a suggestion for everyone often grates with me a little. My fun is working really hard. And I’m not for one second suggesting that’s what everyone should do. But I am saying that’s one way and it’s my way.

In the grand scheme of things, the number of sessions I’ve spent to complete the 8a alone is nothing compared to most hard boulder problems I’ve ticked. Indeed, three sessions on one climb is pretty standard. Yet something feels very different. For one thing, on each session, I had one shot; on that second session, I tried again and couldn’t even match the previous effort.

I think there’s something in challenging the image I’ve managed to acquire. It’s been ten years (give or take) since I’ve packed up my rack and stuck to my pads and that’s long enough for people to think I’ve never tried; to the point where eyebrows were raised by the Indy staff when I said about first trying the dry tooling route. “What do you know about axes?!” came the response to my request to have a play. Thinking about it afterwards, the staff member in question had only just started school when I was topping out Idwal Stream.

That being said, this challenge wasn’t for anyone else; no matter how many people I went round talking to about it. This one was for me, some crazy idea I’d come up with that I wanted to try and do. It’s given my overworked brain some welcome distraction, my body a good (a very good) workout and proved to myself that I can still really bear down when I want to.

Part of completeing any project is asking ‘what next?’ But to be honest, this one was so unique, I’m not even asking that again. It’s just a nice one to have done.

Some Aggregate Musings

I’ve been pondering recently my attitude towards the annual aggregate competitions. I’d commented in previous posts about how I’ve been waiting for them to start up again in order to build some motivation for climbing again. And yet, this year, it’s been a little more complicated.

More to satisfy my own musings than to make any lasting contribution to the internet’s sea of words, I’ve decided to write a short post about it. Part of it is simply to get my head around what is going on; being slighltly weighed down by an abundance of academic theory on motivations and the like both has and hasn’t helped at all.

I guess this post is my attempt to understand my feelings towards these long-form competitions/winter training and quickly reconcile said feelings to maximise the impact they’ll have on my climbing.

A Little Background

Firstly, before we go too mad, let’s have a little background on both what exactly is an aggregate competition and my past experiences of them here in North Wales.

Let’s start with a definition. An aggregate comp is nothing to do with concrete but it is simlar to another popular use of the word. Where a football match contested over two “legs” (usually home and away) will have an aggregate score combining the scores of each contest, so too will an aggregate competition. In essence, your score over the whole time period is totalled across each visit you make.

Often simply called a league – there is often a table of results published periodically or these days, a digital leaderboard – the rules are simple: each climb over the time period (usually winter) is given a number. When you’ve completed the route, aligning with the set rules to maintain fairness, you tick the route off. If you don’t climb it, you don’t tick it. There are the same number of points for a V1 as for a V10, more rewarding those who return regularly than those who are particularly strong and call me a cynic but I firmly believe that they were invented primarily as a draw to get people to come climbing at the wall more often.

Many people ask me whether you can cheat and the answer is yes, very easily. However the community is usually right on hand to point this out to you and even so, while there are typically good prizes on offer, they are largely done as a “fun” comp than anything too serious.

The Aggregates and Me

There are two such competitions over the winter here in North Wales: one at the Beacon; and another at the Indy. Historically, I’ve competed in either one, the other or more recently, both. Far too often I quote the statistic that one winter, trying both, I completed 850 indoor boulder problems in 6 months. Prizes or not, it’s good training.

And whether people believe me or not (usually as they try to bait me into becoming more competitive than I typically am), these long-form comps are my way of getting strength and fitness back. I’m a firm believer that the best way to get strong for climbing is by going climbing and these sure do a very good job of that! The sheer quantity of climbs is enough to get you in pretty damn good shape come Spring.

But their beauty also hides their biggest poison: they can distract from any specific training that one may have had in mind. Take my Goal: 8a for example. It is now at a point where I am unlikely to progress on this goal unless I partake in some specific training. But I am not going to do that if I’m too busy trying to keep up with all this point-collecting. Yes it will build overall strength and fitness but won’t target the specifics I need to finally climb Sway On.

In previous seasons, I have aimed to try and alleviate this through clever and more specific goals. Instead of trying to hit a max score, I’ve aimed for a percentage overall completion. I’ve previously aimed for 85% completion in 2021, and after smashing it out of the park, ended up a year later stating:

Last season’s 93% completion was exemplary and so I’ll try and aim for the same 85% completion as last season but this time, instead of trying to beat it, I’ll try to match it

But there are other complications. Over the summer, I described how I was struggling to find motivation for indoor climbs and was waiting for the aggregates to start again. The thing is with this slightly odd revelation is that it is grounded in an interesting academic theory.

There exists a model, adapted by Barron and Hulleman (2015) if you’re so inclined, which states simply that:

Motivation = Expectency + Value – Cost

So to translate, how much you want to do something depends on

  • how well you think you’ll do. The higher the better as if you don’t think you stand a chance, you won’t put as much effort in
  • how much it means to you. If the outcome doesn’t really matter to you, you’ll be less inclined to bother
  • what it will take to succeed. Or rather what you think it will take. This can be time, effort, money, whatever really

Sounds silly? Yeah, well, try this as an example. The climbs over the summer and the winter were pretty much identical (in their attributes, not that they hadn’t been reset). How much I expected to succeed didn’t change and what it would take me to climb them didn’t change. The only difference between summer and winter indoor boulder problems was that in the winter, they had an extra little tag on them to tick them off in the comp. In other words, their value went up. And so too did my motivation.

This Season Specifically

Needless to say, I’m one of the stronger climbers around North Wales, without quite being in the elite. Basically I’m near the top of the Championship, in football terms, with quite being Premier League. With that comes a level of competitiveness. Or rather, others perceive that I’ve got a level of competitiveness.

As mentioned, for me, these are training, first and foremost. I’m aware there are easily two dozen climbers locally much better and stronger than me (maybe not better but certainly stronger) and that if any one of them decided to play, they would win hands down, I don’t stand a chance. My position in the league table has largely nothing to do with me and certainly not without dedicated sessions to seige projects for which I have neither the time or inclination.

And yet this misconception persists. Last year, I was told that local wad Tim Peck had decided he wanted to beat me and fair play to him, I hope it motivated him to climb more and harder. This year, though, another friend who shall remain very annoying (and thus nameless) has also (apparently) decided to do likewise. However I really don’t want to play that game with this person and so in order to avoid this issue, I opted to retain my scorecard, keeping tabs but not submitting for the monthly count.

Problem was that once I did that, my motivation to complete them dipped again. It seemed ticking them to compete mattered more to me than I realised.

I do, of course, have the option of pointing out I am spread across both walls and not one as this climber is but that is exactly the sort of comment and conversation I’m trying to avoid. I simply want to play my own way. Or at least that’s what I thought.

All that being said, there is a part of me that would dearly love to beat this guy. We go way back, over ten years now, and to finish above him in the leaderboard would be very satisfying. So I don’t know. What I do know is that I need to use this opportunity to my advantage, that whatever happens, these comps are a means to an end and if that means handing in my sheet, then so be it. Win lose or draw, there will be bigger fish to fry come Spring. I hope at least.

Solstice: October 2023

For those who don’t know, my new year runs from when the clocks go forward, giving a much better point of the year for resolutions and goal setting. There is also a Solstice when the clocks go back. For more information, click here.

The number of people I speak to about this whole New Years/Solstice thing who immediately go “Oh that’s a good idea!” always makes me smile.

The problem I have now, though, is that because I’ve found this ideal time to schedule various different jobs, this weekend has suddenly exploded with things I need to get done. Blog posts, course dates, goal setting with clients, the list is not insubstantial; so much so I actually have a list on the computer of everything I need to do very soon.

An example of one of the jobs I need to work on this weekend: setting dates for next summer’s FUNdamental dates

Still, one thing I have realised this past season is to make sure I’m looking after me as much as trying to crack on with other work stuff and being as this is effectively my own personal goal setting, it is an important thing to prioritise. Besides, everything else happens around now, not necessarily on the day itself.

And so to celebrate my annual Solstice and in so doing, remind myself of the journey of the past six months. Because without those reflections every now and again, the road can seem very long.

Season Review

I love this bit. I mean, I completely underestimate it at first and then as I scroll down on blog posts, Instagram pictures and 27 crags records, and keep scrolling, I suddenly remember half of the point of this whole exercise: to remember what I’ve done this season, however ridiculous they were…

Indeed, we do begin in Scotland on what is becoming our big Easter trip. Glen Coe was the destination of choice and as the caption of the above Instagram post suggests, it didn’t exactly start well. I mean, we had some lovely walks around the area and certainly made the most of it but with the threat of eviction, dead van batteries, and various other trials and tribulations, it was a bit of a challenging start. Even once I found climbing, it didn’t go that great.

But it was funny and I can’t suggest anything other than the fact both the Cameron Stone and Heather Hat in Glen Nevis are first rate and worth a visit for anyone.

Back home again, it seemed there was some malaise settling in but in hindsight, it looks like plenty went down! Not to mention some much needed relaxation of the relentless work push that had gone on for four years previously. June seemed to be the beginning of my first real rest from Prowess in four years and it was much needed. I’ll be trying to find that balance more and more from now on.

Before that, though, was what felt a huge moment for my professional development. Friend and top-class coach, Andy Swann often warns not to be a “lone wolf” and so having the opportunity to spend some time mixing with others at a similar level at the GB Climbing Coaching Conference was fantastic.

I would later be very glad of this conference and the people met there when, after a long period of quiet, the first public Performance Coach Award began. I was so thrilled and honoured to be included, even if I had stacked the deck working for Mountain Training not long before on the Mental Skills workshops. It turned out there were a lot of familiar faces on that first day in Manchester from this very conference. And one person who I’d begun to befriend who was in attendance at both was Ben Brooks; a man who is rapidly becoming a good friend.

And then I had a birthday. I mean, I kinda do wish I’d give up on this ridiculous idea (although not as much as my partner does) but at the same time, it is really cool to try and challenge myself to make things happen. Still, to cite myself, “I’ve totally screwed myself over“. There’s so much pressure there now that unless I can make something work and have an amazing day, I feel like I’ve failed.

This one was, quite honestly, a failure. My first big failure really since the tradition began. While I’ve had low-key birthdays in the past few years, this one felt like there was an opportunity to make something of it that I missed.

It required me to grab the bull by the horns more and, ironically for me, be a bit more selfish. In hindsight, I should’ve dropped the kids off and disappeared to Northumberland for the night. Now that would’ve made the list! However a brief and drab, almost-solo, frantic drive to Helsby in the drizzle seems a lowlight.

A flurry of local days out followed before another family trip, this time up to the Lake District and with my parents along too! It was another great week, with biking and walking abound. And of course, with a nice adult:kids ratio, the chance for me to escape for a couple of evenings…

There was a bit of faff on the first outing, with our intended destination of Thirlmere unexpectedly blocked by a closed road and thus, a reduced session at Carrock Fell. However after a sense that I was struggling with outdoor climbing more than usual, this felt like I was getting back into the swing of things a little more.

The second night was more sprung on me, with Em offering to look after the girls while I went to play. I spent a day pondering where would be dry before realising the obvious: the Bowderstone stays dry in the rain… And it’s not like I’ve exhausted everything I have to do on there!

More rock mediocrity ensued after I got back, including a poor stop off at Churnet on the way to Manchester for Performance Coach Training day 1. But then came an outdoor bouldering streak to rival many of the past few years.

If much of the season has been me struggling to succeed on rock, the past couple of months have seen it all come to fruition. Two 7a and two 7a+ in the Pass at Pacman and Cwm Glas Bach, a great day at Gardoms at last with another 7a, a repeat of Roohan 7b at the Garreg and a stack of good lines climbed at the Cost of Living Boulders have all made it feel like I’m coming back to my best for the first time in years. And all of those (bar one) have been among some brilliant people.

I know I’m coming into the typical winter, indoor season but I don’t really want to stop the outdoor climbing. This September has also seen my youngest, Hannah, begin school full time and it feels I’ve now got so much more time not only to work but to play. Yes, I’ve got plenty of work to do both in and on the house but hopefully, I can still find some time to get out and keep climbing. It is, after all, what I dearly love to do.

Throughout all of this personal development has been coaching sessions, FUNdamentals courses and a fair few training courses. There’s been the relentless and fantastic ping, ping, ping of WhatsApp group chats going off almost every day, with genuinely top coaches from across the country messaging with questions or suggestions.

I feel my coaching has very definitely developed hugely over the past season. It’s handy really as this past week has felt a very momentous one: it is the end of my last part-time, non-coaching related job. That’s it, I’m on my own now, using Prowess to make ends meet!

Thankfully I have a burgeoning reputation, I’m currently embarking on the top climbing coaching award in the country and my expansion into coach education courses is going well. Meanwhile, I’m making headway on my first coaching book; taking this ability to waffle among a vague theme into my professional life [not entirely true, with dozens of articles now published in various places over the past few years]. I’m hoping the Goal Map book will hit the shelves early in the New Year. Optimistic, yes, but then so was starting this business in the first place and that’s gone pretty well over four short years.

Previous Season Goals

  • Goal: 8a
  • The List
  • Climb with other people!
  • Build Summer work
  • Kids outdoor climbing
  • Birthday tradition?
  • Anything else?

How Did It Go?

Yeah, yeah, Goal: 8a. Moving on…

The List has had some progress, with a piece of paper kicking around somewhere in the office with a massive stack of boulder problems on there. Yet it hasn’t made it onto the whiteboard, so it doesn’t really count. Job half-finished on this one I think. It is now in the kitchen though.

There has been one subtle change. Where before, there were about a dozen problems with various grades, aspects and so on, now I’ve gone hard on the guidebook and made a much bigger list. There’s talk of us leaving North Wales – or at least Llanberis – in the not-too-distant future and whether it happens or not, I feel I want to complete as much as the projects here as possible before we do. With a potential end-point in sight for my time here, it felt time to go all out and increase The List.

One thing I have done very successfully this season is climb with other people and it’s been amazing! Browsing my records of tick lists, more than half have been with someone else, with four of the past five all being in company of other climbers. Granted, plenty of this season’s sessions were alone but part of that is simply necessity; like while away in Scotland or en route to a work event for example. Where it’s been possible, it seems I’ve put the effort in and have had a much nicer time as a result.

Summer work still requires some effort for me to be comfortable and confident that I can make it through the year successfully. Taking August off (or ‘work light’ as it’s become known) has made a huge difference to my mental state and will likely happen again moving forward. Writing my book will also help. However I still need to crack on to make sure I’m generating enough work to be okay. This year, of course, I’m all in.

Kids outdoor climbing didn’t really take off and to be honest, I forgot that was on there. But then it’s not like we’ve been sat around and neglected it, it would’ve been tough to try and fit it in! And we have started more regular indoor sessions now the days have lined up better, which will be a start. Pushing that back to next year seems a good idea, as long as I remember.

Then finally we come to the Birthday Tradition. After the high of last year, this was the first since 2008 that really fell completely flat. Efforts were made, yes, but they were poor at best and should’ve been better. The opportunity was there and I needed to be more proactive, with a missed chance to head to Northumberland gone begging.

It’s hard to be too upset, as I’ve had fifteen years of largely brilliant and unforgettable birthdays. Still, there’s lessons to be learnt there and I suspect this will be a regular struggle every year for some time.

Oh and I’ve no idea why it says “anything else?” there. I suspect I forgot to remove it while editing the post…

Next Season Goals

And so, after the look back comes the look forward [thinks: “Oo! nice line! I might steal that for my book…”]

As above, it seems silly to let go of the momentum and forget about outdoor bouldering just because the season has changed. Historically, yes, as evening sessions weren’t possible from now on, but my circumstances have changed. I can’t do evening sessions now anyway, as I’m either working or with the kids, so why not target outdoor daytime sessions as and when circumstances like availability and weather allow?

That being said, it is now aggregate season and I do really enjoy them. Equally, they are brilliant training for me to get strong for Spring, so I don’t want to forget about them entirely.

Instead, it’s about finding a balance and that’s why I’m aiming for the slightly odd number of 88% completion across both competitions this year. It’s not simply a case of having a minimum to hit, I’m going to try and get as close to that number as possible i.e. not exceed it massively by simply trying to climb everything.

That should give me the time to train properly too. My lower back is in a bit of trouble right now after building campervan conversion kits all summer, while Lily Pwd-Pwd has trashed my right knee and my elbows/fingers are aching too. I could go on, needless to say if I want to keep this going long term, I need to get healthy and not just strong. Swimming regularly with Arfon Masters club will help too, offering some decent conditioning and making sure I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket.

This turned out to be Lily Pwd-Pwd, starting sitting with a solid heel-toe cam on the right foot that stayed in for most of the moves. Hence my aching knee

As mentioned, I really want to get this book published. Apart from easing some of the financial strain (hopefully at least) I feel this is the point I’m at now. I feel I’ve got things to offer a developing industry and that I’ve got things to say. Moreover, I feel like people want to listen too. Which is, I’ll be totally honest, really weird. Good but weird.

Finally, as excited as I am about being on the Performance Coach cohort, I know it’s going to require a monumental effort to pass the assessment. However I don’t want to leave it to linger for years, as many do with these kind of assessments. I genuinely think having this award could open some doors for me and it would be nice to get it done sooner rather than later. Targeting it now rather than letting it slide into the background will require some dedication but it’s something I’m more than happy to do.

  • Continue to boulder outdoors and up Top Ten Average grade to at least 7b
  • 88% aggregate completion with emphasis on Indy climbs
  • Train. Like actually train, especially conditioning antagonists
  • Swim
  • Finish writing The Goal Map and publish
  • Finish Performance Coach?

It’s difficult to summarise both the past season or the next one. It feels like speedy progress and yet like everything is ticking along. My relentless work ethic seems to be helping and hindering but these brief reflective periods are helping me to stay grounded, remember how well everything is going and keep striving. Winter often feels a bit like hunkering down and waiting for the better weather but I have a feeling I might look back at this season in years to come as a big one. Hopefully anyway.

Merry Solstice!

Keeping the Fire, erm, Smouldering

Whenever I (finally) device to write another blog post – and I’ve got to give a shout out to Mark Dicken for prompting me to write a new post – I always start by reading the last one. I learnt this the hard way a long time ago but doing this amazing once, only to realise I’d already done so in the previous post and had to delete it. Anyway, today, I thought I’d give an update on the latest exploits and so, as usual, read the last post.

It didn’t seem that long ago but at the same time seemed like I hadn’t been out for a prolonged period. What I can’t reconcile with this is the context of the last post: I’m all fired up and stoked to get out.

Suddenly the time frame seems important. If I was so keen, have I got out enough? If it’s not been that long then yeah, absolutely! If it has been ages, then clearly not. It’s all left me in a bit of a quandary.

As usual, as with all of us, it comes down to available time and the fact is, I’ve been busy. Very busy.

Gritstone Opportunity

One of the parts of my life/work that’s been keeping me up late (literally) has been the Performance Coach Training. I mentioned it in the last post, although I think I may need to explain a little more as to why it keeps cropping up.

This is what’s called a higher level award, so it’s not like any of the other coaching awards. The training is split across three independant training days spaced six weeks apart and all somewhere different, plus five (yes, five) assignments in the meantime. So the first was in Manchester in September, this second one in Sheffield recently and the next somewhere yet to be decided in November.

With a need to travel over the night before training and a free day to do so, it seemed a perfect opportunity to get out on some rock; made especially important given the forecast was nice and I had half the country to pick from! Original plans to head to Wilton with Jeff were cancelled and so, accompanied by the lovely and wonderful Mel Bacon from the course, I found myself at Gardoms.

Gardoms has long been on my to-visit list, with some stellar and very famous lines but every time I’d had it as a destination for a day, something happened and I went somewhere else instead. Well, more fool me, as this turned out to be a BIG favourite of mine, and I’ve only just scratched the surface.

As Mel and I chatted and got to know each other, we ticked off a series of nice, easy climbs that were both baffling and super fun in equal measure. Little Arete 6a was really cool, Seamstress 5 proving once again my inate inability to flash even the simplest of climbs and West Wall 5+ a nice reminder that no matter how good you get on grit, some things can still completely stump you at first (not that I’m that good on grit, but I have been climbing on this rock type for around twenty years now and have done my fair share of grit-style climbs in that time).

But I probably should’ve opted to head over to Mark’s Roof sooner than I did. The lines looked and still are immensley appealing, especially as I managed to complete Mark’s Roof Left-Hand 6c+/7a with a “psychological spotter” purely positioned to take my mind off the highly-unlikely drop down to the road on the left. Another visit is a must.

Roohan Repeated

The following weekend, I was outside again. With the kids otherwise engaged on a pumpkin farm, I managed to escape to catch up with Tom and Chris who had been keen to check out Clogwyn y Garreg.

This is the crag I developed along with Josh Butler back in 2020 and it thrills me so much that it’s getting some attention. Putting up lines is great but it’s nothing compared to hearing other people have climbed it and moreover, have enjoyed it.

By the time I caught up with them, Tom and Chris were playing on the Cracked Bloc, trying to decipher the lines we put up with my poor memory not exactly being much help. It was fun to repeat some of the old lines and some of them really are excellent; something tough to determine when you first climb them.

However, I was supposed to be working later that evening so couldn’t hang around that long. Only, right before I left to go to work, I got a text saying they couldn’t make the session. After a brief and manic flurry of WhatsApp messages, it became clear that nobody was coming that evening. So, not in the slightest bit reluctantly, I stuck around at the crag.

Not only did I manage to repeat Roohan 7b, which was frankly awesome and reminded me just how good that climb is, but I then got to see Tom send it very quickly too. And all on the most beautiful Sunday evening.

Cost of Living At Last

Which brings us rapidly to yesterday, which suddenly makes me realise quite how much I’ve been getting out lately. Jay had got in touch and said he was around this week and on Sunday, I’d chatted to Tom and Chris about getting out again soon. Wednesday’s diary column was empty so depsite the ever-growing jobs list, out I headed again.

Making the most of the still-reasonably-long days, we opted to somewhere with a longer walk in. Initially the destination was Cwm Craig-las but with mostly harder grades, we plumped for another hitherto unvisited destination: the Cost of Living Boulders.

While often lumped in with the Smackhead Bloc under the auspices of Gallt yr Ogof, this cluster of boulders really deserves to be separate; both geographically and stylistically. Developed by Ben Walley and his friends back in 2018, it had been on my radar for a long time (much like Gardoms, only closer to home) and again, I landed the perfect day to head up there.

In the end, 8 climbs went down that day, which might not sound like much but is actually a decent day out. Yes, I could’ve probably done a bit more and I wasn’t physically finished by the end but logistics at British bouldering venues are very different to somewhere like Font or Albarracin, with a lot of pad shuffling across rocks and heather taking up a big chunk of the day.

All in all, to have added Eye of Sauron 6a, Apple Arete 6b, Love Dart 7a and the brilliant Is That a Mollusc? 5+ to the recent sending spreee was awesome. What’s more, having finally looked at Living in the Moment 7b and finding The Price is Wrong, Bob 7b have given two outstanding projects for the list that I am most definitely very psyched to get back to.

Oh, I Nearly Forgot

When writing posts, I use various things to jog my memory. The first is Instagram but after that is my 27 crags tick list. In writing this one, I found one climb on the latter that wasn’t on the former.

The reason makes sense now I think of it. Back on the 12th October, I headed back up to Cwm Glas Bach (yet again) to finally finish off Lily Pwd-Pwd 7a+. And finish it off I did. So why no photo to remind me?

I distinctly remember thinking of getting some sort of photo of video on the day but consciously deciding not to. “Today is for me” was what went through my head. And so it has stayed. No record, no video, just the memory in my mind of clinging to those fierce crimps and the lingering pain in my right knee to remind me of my exploits.

That and a suddenly burgeoning tick list for the season. With the Solstice coming at the weekend, the past few weeks may have significantly changed the landscape for the coming season’s goals.

Back in the Game

did have a start to this post in mind but I’m going to quickly digress. I was supposed to be, according to my plan, out bouldering in the Pass right now; that was until I saw the forecast. As usual with the British in recent times, as soon as there is a storm forecast, at least one with a name, it becomes a major talking point and people start planning incessently like they’re Noah with some woodworking tools. Whether it’s the fact I’ve seen this pattern too many times – stock piling canned goods only to find it’s a bit damp and blowy – or whether it’s denial, I don’t know, but despite the apocolyptic predictions, I opted to play it by ear.

Then the school run was dry. And it stayed dry after we got home, for a reasonable amount of time, enough for me to dig out the two spare pads from the back of the bike shed. After all that, I could get a climb in regardless.

And yet, I faffed. Totally unnecessary faff. It was pure hesitation to be honest, I could’ve easily left much earlier but oddly, found myself wandering back and forth from the kitchen to the bathroom and back, instead of actually leaving. It didn’t make any sense, the rain was certainly coming at some point (even heavy drizzle would be enough to call the whole thing off) and if I wanted to get out, there was certainly a sense of urgency. So why didn’t I go?

It was almost as if I didn’t really want to go. After some soul searching, I realised that I was simply being indecisive: I knew the rain was coming and didn’t want to make a wasted trip; but I also didn’t want to simply admit defeat and sack it off prematurely. Imagine how I’d feel if the forecast rain didn’t come?!

In the end, I got my wish and something else made the decision for me (which, incidentally, turned out to be what I was waiting for). Literally as I turned the key in the ignition of the van, the rain got to the point where it was clear it wasn’t gonna happen. But crucially, now that something else has taken away the option, I can now safely slap my hand on my thigh and engage in that most national of pasttimes for us Brits: complaining. I would’ve been able to get out if it wasn’t for our stupid weather, blah blah blah. Win win really.

Finally Fired Up

This all goes completely against my intended start for this post, which was all centred around getting back in the groove. I seem to have found my mojo again.

I don’t think it was an intention of the training but my attendance of the recent (first public, I’d like to point out to anyone that has yet heard me in person) Performance Coach Award seemed to give a crisis of faith so bad that I began questioning whether I was any good at anything to do with climbing, let alone coaching. Couple that with the timing – August now typically being my deload month, taking a break from both climbing and coaching – and I simply couldn’t find any drive to really put the effort in. All told, I was a bit rocked (no pun intended) and hadn’t tried very hard on any climb for quite some time; like 6-8 weeks.

Finally, last Friday, I had a little word with myself. I’d finally had chance to speak to Em and verbalise my feelings (which helped massively) then on the way to my usual voluntary Friday group, reminded myself that everything I’d done is based in the scientific method, meaning I don’t need to feel like it’s working, I need to go back and read it. And it’s the same with my climbing: if you don’t feel like you are a good climber right now, go and prove it.

Just like that, after weeks of apathy, I turned up at the Indy with fire in my belly and desire in my eyes. The barrel had been reset too giving plenty of meaty challenges and all succumbed, except the correct finish to one 7c, it’s sit start 7c+ and a very long 7c. Yet what was sigificant wasn’t the list of ascents, I’d got something similar on the back face recently anyway, it was the drive to succeed. I’d been ticking off the same grades all along. The difference this time was that I’d really wanted it and gave it beans to get to the top. Finally, I felt motivated again.

Taking it Outside

In the typical American film style, it was like I turned to that desire and said “let’s take this outside”. Well, we are talking about fighting after all!

That being said, an outdoor session within 24 hours was unexpected; to the point I’d said on Friday that I could really go all out as I had plenty of recovery time. Still, the offer was there, Em let me off parental duties and I headed up to meet friends at Pacman. And promptly smashed it once again.

I have done all of the sub-7b climbs at the Pacman boulders but not for a very long time and while I’m not usually a fan of repeating climbs, I was quite up for this one. Indeed, it turned out that some of them didn’t appear on my records, meaning I could “repeat” them but still record them, boosting my stats and getting a bit closer to completeness.

Pacman Arete Low 7a went first on the second go, Karma Sutra 6c on the first try. Karma Sutra Direct 6c+ kinda went first go but I realised I’d gone too far right and the proper route did go on the next try. Then on to the next boulder with a retro flash of G Spotting 7a (involving some very eliminate beta) and G Spotting LH 7a+ going on the second attempt, albeit with very little grace and style and relying far more on power. All in all, I think I fell off twice during the entire session.

Moreover, it was a brilliant social session with some great blokes. Hopefully I didn’t get too carried away and come across as too much of an arrogant dick as I’m very grateful for their presence, nay invite, to boost the psyche levels.

Even with today’s non-session, it feels the tide has turned. I’ve admitted that I’m in limbo lately, waiting for the aggregates to start up again to get back in to training but now, it feels I no longer need that. The fire is back.

Playing Away From Home

Regular readers or those who know me personally may well know I have an affinity to football. It’s not a serious thing, I don’t watch many matches on tele, let alone at the stadium, but I do like to follow the results and read the match reports. And I do have a vague understanding of how the game works, as well as how teams tend to perform.

It struck me that football could be a good analogy for my personal climbing exploits. I’ve mentioned before that teams tend to play best when they’re playing at home (and not just because of the home support) and it’s the same for me with climbs.

I tend to climb my hardest problems around North Wales. Part of it is familiarity, part of it is the ability to go back over and over but it’s much the same as football: playing at home yields higher success. Playing away, however, is much harder. Perhaps it’s dealing with different rock types; which of course, I’m used to over the years but will always feel different to usual. Much of it is pressure, where I feel like there’s a greater need to “perform”, something I’ve rarely been good at on a personal level. And of course much of it is time-pressure. Away from home, in every sense, is simply harder than at home. (Oh, and it’s even more the case when playing away in Europe but much like Liverpool in the late 90s, that isn’t really that relevant for me lately.)

This all might seem like inane and unhelpful ramblings until you realise that it’s not. When coaching, so much of what I do is helping people manage their expectations and apply the right tactics that are likely to yield the best chance of success. If you’re aware of these issues before you start, you can adjust your plans accordingly. And that’s exactly what I did last week with much success.

Not-So-Soggy Lakes

Last week was our summer trip away to the Lake District. While not exactly a climbing trip (family trips simply aren’t) there was chance for a couple of sessions, especially due to two things: firstly that the weather played ball; and secondly my amazing partner, yet again, springing an extra evening off for me from my parental duties.

And so to our football analogy/tactics intro. Aware that I’m likely not on top form, never at my strongest in August and all the other points mentioned above, I opted to try and pick my routes very carefully this time, although it didn’t start that smoothly.

I’d narrowed it down to two crags: Carrock Fell, which I visited on my last trip up here a few years ago and wanted to revisit; and Thirlmere Reservoir, which has had established boulders since I lived up this way back in 2002 but I’d never visited. Time-shy, it was a six-of-one-half-dozen-of-t’other type decision and I plumped for Thirlmere. At the last second, Em decided to come with me and so we piled in the van, headed down the A591. Missing the turn at the north end of the reservoir, we took the one at the southern end, got two minutes up the road and were abruptly halted by a barrier. The road was closed. With a two-and-a-half mile walk to the boulders, I thought we’d try from the other end, only to find it closed immediately there too and an even bigger walk.

Being as I’d chosen Thirlmere boulders primarily for their roadside quality (although I was intrigued to finally check them out), we quickly bailed to option 2 and rushed up to Carrock Fell. The Northern boulders aren’t exactly far from the road either. And it was here that my decision making took a major turn for the better.

The guidebook did indeed guide me, pointing out that the Low Boulder, Mushroom Boulder and Boardman Boulder are the place where most people tend to focus when they’ve not been here before and while I’d done a load on the Mushroom previously, there was still plenty to go at. A flash of a 6a+ and another 6b did my stats no harm and got me going, Em sat behind quietly reading her book. So far so good. Then a fast ascent of an unnamed 6c+ (video above) helped to further boost some confidence. Not my usual heady grades and not the 7s that I crave but a good climb and good choice, considering I wanted to get a few climbs done in the short time I had.

One more 6c, Gift of the Gabbro, relented, though the 7a to it’s left did not. Nor did McHaffie’s Crack 7b+ which was always a long shot but I was optimistic. And by this point I was happy with my haul. Conscious of time restraints, we called it and headed back.

Two days later I was out again. After a day of slight drizzle, I was a bit apprehensive about finding the right crag but quickly realised that I was overthinking it. The Bowderstone is fiercly overhanging, meaning climbs there are tough but resistant to rain and it was the clear and obvious choice.

It turned out to be a good choice. Again, I knew if I tried to get on something tough – 7b or upwards – that I would likely go home empty handed, especially as my last session I mopped up the obvious climbs at a reasonable grade. So I scanned the guidebook, seeking out the low-7s. It worked, with me finishing off the Bowderiser 7a, plus it’s sit start (above) before moving round the corner.

The Crack Superdirect took a bit of effort and purists would say finishing in the pocket didn’t really count and missed the last move but I was happy with finishing where I did. After all, the hold was massive and the last move not exactly difficult and I was starting to get quite high for comfort. But I was certainly happy starting from lower…

There’s something about leaving something that is pretty much finished but not quite. If I’d tried something hard and got nowhere, I’d have been annoyed. Or if I’d finished every climb I tried very quickly, I’d have wished I’d tried something harder. Gold standard is to finish one last tough climb on the very last effort of the day but next best thing (for me at least) is to get really close; enough to know you could’ve done if things had gone fractionally different. Other people may disagree, including my younger self, but for me now, that shows I’ve had the best of it.

In the end, I bailed when I realised I could no longer see the footholds on the sit start; although by this point I was pretty spent anyway. But for once, I felt like I’d had a good session, like I’d had a good workout and had got some decent ticks in my book.

My stats have shown it too. My Top Ten Yearly Average grade had a massive spike back in January but that was because I’d climbed one single line and it was 7c+. It immediately dropped was back down when I added Fudd Elmer 6b the following month. Since then, I’ve been trying to drag it back up and now finally, we’re up to 7a+; the same grade as last year. However with only one 7b completed since then (flashing Boss Hogg at Beddgelert forest, and going onto a different set of data) it’s clear where I need to focus if this is what I’m aiming for.

For now, though, I’m simply revelling in a good away performance for a change.

Dog’s Day Out But Questions to be Answered

It’s three sessions now. Three sessions where I’ve gone, with the best of intentions, driven and enthusiastic and have returned having barely completed anything and certainly nothing of any note. It’s getting to the point that I can no longer simply say “yeah, well, outdoor climbing is tough compared to indoors” and I’m starting to thinking it’s me. There seems to be something in the way I’m making decisions which is resulting in me not really doing much more than an elaborate dog walk with a lot of mass hanging on my back.

And yet, there’s been something nice about simply being out in the mountains (or on the beach at least) again after such a small number of outdoor days this year. I’ve been reading more and more advice saying “remember why you started climbing” and to be honest, way back at the start, climbing and bouldering especially were something to do while out in the mountains. In that respect, I’m hitting all the right buttons. However, while that remains true, my motivations aren’t as simple as once they were. Now, I’m more driven by performing, by matching the challenge to my skill set on the day. And I’m not doing that lately. Not by a long way.

Short term, it’s fine but this can’t go on much longer before I lose the thrill for it. I need to start making better choices about where I go, what I try and I need to start trying a bit harder. Thankfully, there’s a bit of an action plan forming. But first, let’s recap on those past three sessions.

Porth Ysgo

It’s nearly a month ago now but my first outdoor session since my birthday day out was more out of necessity than choice. Rain lashed back at home, I would’ve ordinarily sacked it off in favour of getting some jobs done but Sam Beaumont – famed local photographer of mine – was keen to get out to get some practice behind the lens and was definitely not psyched for plastic, it needed to be rock.

With a distinct lack of options, it was left to me to try and find somewhere suitable. Thankfully, I managed to live up to my reputation – my biggest success of the day really that I succeeded. Basically the rule is: the further away from Capel Curig you get, the better your chances of dry rock. Which left two options really, or rather two directions: north east to the limestone (but the Cave wasn’t really what he wanted and even there, it didn’t look promising); or south west to the emergency backup option. So we drove down to the Lleyn.

There’s a weird micro-climate down that way that means that when there’s nowhere else, there’s always Porth Ysgo. But there are a couple of downsides. Firstly, it’s a bloody long way, with a round trip of about an hour and a half. Secondly, it is a tidal venue and this isn’t really my area (I blame my Brummie upbringing for this one). Thirdly, being a rock beach, landings are quite often not ideal, not helped by many problems being quite tall. Still, when it’s a shortlist of one, you go for it.

The other problem is I’ve never really got on well at Porth Ysgo. I’ve been plenty of times but even if it were closer, it’s not my favourite and I haven’t done very much down there even over several visits over the years. With time and performance pressures, I eventually plumped to stick to old favourites: the classic Popcorn Party 7a; and the mega dyno Jawbreaker 6c. The second was repeated several times, the former proved evasive and didn’t see a repeat, annoyingly as that was what was needed for the camera.

There were positives to be taken. But a ticklist of two new 6a climbs wasn’t exactly one of them.

Cwm Glas Bach: Part One

A fortnight later – possibly due to time pressures, possibly due to relentless rain again, I can’t recall – and I was out again, sneaking out for the day while the kids were otherwise occupied. Learning lessons from before, I stayed closer to home this time and headed up the Pass.

Now, typically, first time visitors to the Pass will naturally focus their attention on the Roadside boulders. This will carry on for a while until most things are completed (sometimes for decades) before they then venture up the hill to the Wavelength circuit. Usually there’s plenty here to keep people for a lot longer still but if you’re bored of that, you can head down the valley slightly to the scattered circuit of Cwm Glas Bach.

There are a couple of stand out lines in the guide that appeal to some, including Moose’s Toothpaste 6c and Corridors of Power 7c+ but most of the rest of the climbs there are largely ignored. While browsing through the guide a few weeks before, one little buttress grabbed my attention and it was here that I opted to go.

Cue a lot of trudging about, albeit with a lightened load. Eventually, after some considerable searching, I managed to crest over the brow of a hill and find what I was looking for: Gentlemen’s Wall. Seeking to improve my flash grade, this small buttress seemed an ideal opportunity, with a 6b, 6c+ and a nice 7a dyno all theoretically flashable.

Only, I was very wrong about the last part. Even with years of experience, switching from indoor to outdoor isn’t easy and I vastly underestimated how hard it would be to get going properly. Razorhead 6b took three goes, being incredibly sharp and tough (who would’ve expected that eh?), while on Pin Sharp 6c+ I lost count (but at least did succeed in the end). Even with blurring the lines of what classes as a flash, I quickly fell off Nodder’s Dyno 7a too, rendering any worries about ethics moot. And just as I was getting into the swing of things, the rain came again and I was chased away.

Overall, a mildly successful session but not exactly a session to write home about (ironically, given I’m literally writing about it). The video below says it all really.

Cwm Glas Bach: Part Two

Despite my lack of success last time, something had grabbed my attention. It seemed there was much more rock up there and many more climb-able boulders than seemed to be in the guide.

One of the joys of having developed one’s own climbs or crags is that it seems to liberate something inside oneself. Where before, I was a slave to the guidebook, only climbing things I could find in print, once I’d gone through the process for myself, I feel much happier simply going and trying things. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get more first ascents but to be honest, it’s more about having the confidence to open my mind somewhat and just try things without needing to be directed first.

So with the kids away a week or so later, I took the chance to head back up there. I’m not entirely convinced it was the right choice.

I’d seen a roof on the hillside that simply looked awesome… from a distance. So I went to go have another look. And once there, it did look really good indeed. That is apart from the small pond directly underneath, right where my pad would need to go. Shallow water bouldering followed by carrying a giant saturdated sponge didn’t appeal.

Still, I got stuck in to a couple of lines on a nearby bloc, both of which were indeed good fun! I knew nothing about them and simply followed what seemed like the obvious lines; the link up proving too tough. [Later I checked on ukclimbing.com and found they were indeed established lines: Comma 6a and Apostrophe 5+ which was handy as I had no clue what grade I would’ve given them.]

After that typical period of sitting around failing to commit to packing up and moving on that I seem to suffer from regularly, I eventually committed to packing up and moved on. There was a large, imposing boulder, that I’ve dubbed the Down Boulder due to the climb Come Down Get Down, so I wandered over to have a look. It didn’t appeal, being quite high and me being alone, so I continued on, quickly finding myself back near the Gentlemen’s Wall from the previous session.

This time, cue more bog wandering, looking for a boulder housing a climb in the guide called Lily Pwd-Pwd 7a+ that looked very appealing. However long later, I gave up, opting to go try some other boulders that I had no clue about but looked good. One face in particular looked really good with a nice landing, so I set up and gave it a blast. And it was indeed a great line! Probably the best line since, well, since I was at least a year younger.

Unsure how to record it, I gave it a nominal name, vowing to try and find out later. I recorded it, chucked it on Instagram and asked the question. The answer: Lily Pwd-Pwd. If only I’d actually done the sit start when I was there.

The Next Steps

And so to today. Weirdly, despite two lacklustre sessions at Cwm Glas Bach, as I walked out I couldn’t help but think I really want to go back. And now having Lily Pwd-Pwd to draw me back, at least I’ll have a target next time.

Which means it will now go on The List. It was on my season’s goal list after all. This was one of the strategies I’d mentioned right at the start and there are a handful of climbs that I’ve half-done this year and am keen to go back to. Some of them have been lingering for years, like The Punk at Clogwyn y Tarw, others are more recent such as Bustach Gut at Clogwyn y Bustach but to finish them off would be areal coup. And the best way to go about it seems to be to have the structure back that worked so well in the past.

Time shouldn’t be the major stumbling block soon either. As of September, both children are full-time in school, meaning I will have five days to squeeze work and play in, rather than three. I’m sad at losing my time with my youngest (who was only two hours a day two days a week before) but I’m looking on the bright side here and keen to make the most.

Holiday Hiatus

All that can wait, for a week at least, while we cram the van with more outdoor kit than a specialist retailer and go somewhere that looks almost exactly like home but where the walls are made of canvas. Yes, that’s right, we’re off on holiday.

I used to hate that word, holiday, but with two kids in tow, it’s not exactly a performance climbing trip. Still, with my folks coming with us on this one, I’m optimistic that I’ll be able to sneak away for a short while to get some routes in. We’re off to the Lake District (photo below of my last visit) so a session or two at somewhere like Carrock Fell would be ace. Hopefully I can finally get that elusive 7 away from home, that seems to have escaped me for some time. But even if not, hopefully I can stop the trend of mediocre sessions and get back in the groove.

New Normal Birthday?

Walking the dog on Wednesday morning gone, my stomach rumbled and my instant reaction was that I might need some breakfast. “Wo,” I said instantly, “I’ve changed”

That probably seems like the most ridiculous revelation but I’ve never eaten breakfast. I mean, obviously I have eaten breakfast at times in my life but never first thing as a matter of course. Even as a kid, spending time eating breakfast was time I could’ve stayed in bed a bit longer and my body seems to prefer a bit of time to rouse itself before I can eat. Sleep over food in the mornings every time.

Following this train of thought, it suddenly dawned on me that I’m no better at eating straight after getting up, that I’d actually been up for nearly two hours and at no point was I inclined to try and murder anyone nearby. It was like being slapped in the face twice in short succession.

The fact is I have changed. I don’t mean my circumstances, I mean my very being, the very core of me, my sense of self. This week, I’ve been contemplating my sense of self and the attributes which I find define who I am. The graphic below seems to describe it for me. For example, anyone who knows me knows it is very rare to see me without a hat. At some point over the years, the practice, it’s consistency and the subsequent habit has come to define me. I feel the same with other things too: whether it’s something as central as climbing or something as mundane as the fact that I don’t eat breakfast.

Of course, some changes are enforced and it is perhaps no surprise that this week I’m in a particularly reflective mood.

The Big Day

I’ve totally screwed myself over. I’m very vocal about my Birthday Tradition, having amazing experiences for such a long time: ten years in ten countries. Problem is that I’ve set the bar so high and now, once a year I’m like “oh shit, how am I gonna make this one worthy of the list?!”

Last year, my amazing partner showcased exactly why she is so fantastic with a family trip to Fontainbleau. After two years of hiatus, for obvious reasons, it felt like a landmark moment; a point in time where things could go back to the way they were before. In terms of my sense of self, this ranks highly on there and I’m not entirely happy with the idea of letting it go easily.

Yet it is impossible to escape the changes that have happened to my life since I began that tradition way back 13 years ago. I have a family now, I have responsibilities, I can’t just pack a bag and run off for a few days any more.

My parents though are also amazingly supportive with our kids. They regularly come and look after them while we’re both at work and while I try not to ask them to help so that I can go playing, this was a slightly different situation and they mercifully agreed to help.

That still left the issue of what to do. “A different country” was out of the question, due to cost and time. With dinner plans in the evening, going further afield, such as Scotland or even to the gritstone, seemed impossible too. However something local could work.

Rather than going to the same old places on my own, I reasoned that a large crew would be certainly a memorable day and I put the wheels in motion a few weeks in advance. In the end, I got 10 people all keen to come with me on a day trip to Sheep Pen. But as I’ve said, some things are out of one’s control.

Friday morning and you could instantly feel the rain had come. There was little I could do. For an hour, I frantically messaged people to the point where I thought I’d wear out the WhatsApp icon on my phone. After messing them all about far more than I was happy with, eventually I agreed with Patrick and Seth to head to Cheshire sandstone, to Helsby or Frodsham, with Pex Hill our emergency backup. Most couldn’t join and we were down to three.

Driving that far, my companions decided to visit family while over that neck of the woods and so, I found myself, early afternoon, driving alone along the A55, desperately trying to decide whether the road was dry or not. I started at Helsby and mercifully, found a section of rock covered in chalk. Somehow, I’d found somewhere dry enough to climb.

Long Wall didn’t have much of any difficulty but it mattered not. By this point, climbing anything would suffice and having two friends arrive shortly after me made it all the better.

In the great pantheon of birthdays, this one will undoubtedly rank pretty low. It seemed everything was stacked against me (for example, our favourite restaurant had closed down in the week since we’d first checked) and when coupled with poor and frantic decisions, led to an otherwise largely forgettable day.

However, there is something to be said for determination. Any other day of the year, I’d have likely sacked it off entirely and chalked it up to experience, waiting for another day. Yet that old resilient streak seems not to have changed. If I really want something to happen, it seems I still can, even if I still need some help along the way.

Meh

It’s all kind of petered out this season. Climbing, writing, swimming, everything that is usually my go-to has all slowly and subtly failed to materialise, with me settling into the typical routine of any parent with young kids. I mean, it’s not all bad but it’s all family orientated.

In many ways, that’s been really nice. The past four years since I started Prowess have been a whirlwind of relentless effort and this is the first period where I’ve found I can start to take my foot off the gas. I’m still having to work hard and there are still parts left unfinished for the latest progression for the business i.e. delivery of BMC Fundamentals workshops (dates available on the Prowess website, assuming that’s not one of the jobs I need to finish off). But private coaching seems to be reaching the point of self sustainability and the feedback I get is generally exemplary (check out the Prowess Facebook page to see how well I’ve been received, even I’ve been very pleasantly surprised). It’s meant I’m now going through a phase where it feels the pressure is off a little bit.

So why hasn’t that translated into personal climbing instead?

The Relentless Nature of Performance

The word to best describe it is simply tiredness; on various different levels across my life.

There’s been a worrying physical lethargy lately that has left me struggling with the usual day to day activities, let alone going hard on the boulders. Why, I’m not entirely sure but for me to get to the stage of worry is unusual. The flippant excuse currently is the weather: I don’t cope well with extremes of weather and the heat and humidity have really knocked me for six. But that might simply be denial.

That’s not the only tiredness. High performance is an intense game, no matter what standard that is. Whether it’s Olympians or simply someone trying to knock a few seconds off their usual jog around the local park, pushing yourself is tough. For the past few years, I’ve been going pretty hard but this year, it seems the drive has waned somewhat and even indoors, I’m rarely going that hard any more. I mean, my clients are, which is awesome, but I seem to be living a bit more vicariously this season.

That change though has meant I’ve taken a different approach when I have got out; repeating old climbs, getting some mileage in and catching some missed gems along the way. In many ways, it’s actually been much nicer and chatting to a friend today, it seems I’m not alone. Taking it a bit steadier has been a welcome relief.

There’s been some injuries too, mainly chronic and mainly my elbows; something that has probably led to taking it a bit easier. Everything seems to stress my elbows in some way, from my personal climbing, my coaching, my part time woodwork job to the joinery work completed at home a couple of weeks back. Yes, the new wardrobe unit is starting to look pretty damn amazing but it certainly took it’s toll.

And the classic parents excuse: time. My mum asked me the other day what I would wish for from a genie and I had to say I’d want another three days in every week. Any parent will probably say something very similar, especially when their kids aren’t in school full time yet. There’s simply not enough hours in the day.

It’ll change come September when my youngest starts going to school for six hours a day and not two. It’ll only affect two days a week and gaining an extra eight hours a week might not sound like much but believe me, it could make an enormous difference. The problem is that I don’t want to wish this time away and I’m gonna miss the days I’ve had with her when they’re gone.

I’m many ways, that’s another reason I’ve not been climbing as much. But to be honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve got until the end of term to make the most and if that means I don’t touch a single boulder problem between now and then, I really couldn’t care. Some things are more important.

Some actual climbing highlights

That being said, as I’ve not posted for a while, there are plenty of outdoor sessions to update on. Some were squeezed in around work sessions, some were in lieu of workshops with no takers and if I remember rightly before I look deeper, I think some may have even been dedicated sessions set aside simply to go play!

Being as it’s been so long, I’ll gonna do this sightly differently.

Caseg Ffraith, 20th April

When I arranged the dates for my Teaching Outdoor Bouldering workshops, I told myself that if nobody signed up, I would purposefully make sure I actually went outside instead. This was one of those days. What was especially nice about this one was that I could arrange some company.

Old friends Patrick and Seth joined, along with a small crew of theirs. Needing somewhere to go that would suit everyone, we headed to old favourite Caseg Ffraith; small but with a wide range of grades to give everyone something to go at. Personally, I opted to simply repeat some old favourites, get some outdoor mileage in and get some time on Welsh rock again.

As I was ticking stuff off, though, I suddenly noticed that there were a couple of gaps. I ended up leaving with four new ticks, including the reverse line Yardbone 7a+ and finally adding in the sit start to the uber-classic Caseg Ffraith Arete 6c.

Woodhouse Scar, Yorkshire, 23rd April

April saw me go to Leeds for a Climbing Coaching Conference, held by the BMC. The conference was outstanding, with plenty of learning, some fantastic networking and even a fair chunk of teaching in there too. Held at the outstanding Last Sun Dance climbing wall (well worth a visit), there were even a couple of decent ticks in the evening of bouldering too.

That’s the work bit and there was always a huge part of me that wasn’t about to pass up the chance to go to “God’s own country” and the magical Yorkshire grit without at least trying to get to a crag. Time being tight though, I opted for somewhere new on the way back home.

Hence I pitched up at the roadside crag of Woodhouse Scar. It seemed God wasn’t too thrilled about me playing on his rocks and shortly after I arrived and completed a couple of problems, Radium Arete sit start 6b+ and The Big 6 6a, he started to cry. The session is remembered almost as much for the guy smoking a spliff who was shocked at me brewing up by the roadside as it was for the climbing.

Wavelength boulders, 26th April

Another session with Patrick and Seth, this time accompanied by my old friend Sam Beaumont, purely in his personal capacity, rather than hiding behind the lens of his camera. A smaller crew but another fantastic vibe.

This was a similar session to Caseg Ffraith in terms of what I was aiming for as well: filling in gaps in the guide, repeating old favourites, mileage on the wall. In total, 9 problems were ticked that had been climbed before but hadn’t been recorded. Moreover, there was plenty of fun along the way

Cromlech boulders, 28th May

A bit of a gap (I can’t remember why, although this was around the time I took a week out to build a wardrobe unit at home…) Then some good old Cromlech sessions; the first of which was actually for a Performance Squad session but I’ve included it anyway.

Cromlech was the obvious choice, with it’s simple directions, ridiculously short walk in and wide grade range to go at. It actually ended up as a 1:1 with perfect conditions. While I didn’t end up climbing much personally, it was great to be out again and did help me realise the ground under James Pond was dry again…

Cromlech boulders, 31st May

Tim Peck described “the obligatory James Pond session in the drought” and he’s got a point. In the fourteen years I’ve lived here, I think I’ve known it fully dry under that problem about three times (with the caveat that I haven’t exactly checked during every dry spell but the point being it’s very rare). So when it is dry, there’s an added incentive to make the most.

And make the most I certainly did. I’d arranged to go down with Olaf to have a blast on Diesel Power but I got there early so figured I’d warm up on stuff I never get chance to repeat.

So I repeated everything above the currently-dry pond with two exceptions: the 7b+ sit start (which is brutal, as you can see from the video) and James Pond RH 7a+ which I’d hitherto neglected but now had new, good beta and possibly a touch more confidence and subsequently flashed with ease.

We did head over to Diesel Power but in typical fashion, I’d spent too long “warming up” and had no energy left. Still, we got chance to have a good go at it and share a bit of beta.

Cromlech boulders, 4th June

The pond session had inspired me to check out another section of the same boulders that rarely dries. The northern face around the corner from the roadside face is notorious for being boggy and even now, after such a long day spell, I still ended up with a muddy shoe when I slipped off the pad trying to use them as stepping stones.

But for the most part, it was all climbable and in what was a quick sneak away from the family, I blasted up one after the other, gaining some really nice mileage along the way. 18 climbs relented, nothing particularly tough with a top grade of 6b (Hidden Wall, ironically the first climb I did) but with not a single fall from the wall.

I’ve long since ditched the No Retro Ticks Philosophy but if we return to the point for a moment, it was originally designed to make sure I’m keeping accurate records. I’m still loathe to transfer my ticks to this copy of the guidebook and even if I did, I can’t exactly remember what I’ve done. So it’s been nice to make certain and just climb them again. Plus, it highlighted how there’s stuff by the Cromlech Roof Crack that I’ve yet to do…

Birthday Tradition? Or Birthday Tribulation?

And so the time comes for my annual celebration of survival (otherwise known as a birthday). Long standing readers will know of my tradition to spend my birthday in a different country every year and members of planet earth will know that became impossible in recent years. Meanwhile, anyone under the moniker of “parent” will know how difficult it is to have a family and maintain such lofty ambitions, especially as my birthday happens to fall within term time.

And so, alas, this year it’s all fallen by the wayside. With less than a week to go, I’m left trying to come up with something to make it a special day, rather than merely another day of a normal week. My wonderful parents have agreed to look after the kids for the day so I’m free to try and come up with something and current plan is to gather a crew of people and have a birthday blast at a local crag. Now just to see if I can get it off the ground.

A rare and sociable day several years back at Sheep Pen

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