The rules of engagement were written on the wall when you walk in the door. After nearly a year of training for this moment, I felt strong and driven, even after a recent illness. For months, I had punished myself, pushing myself to the limits,and it seemed there was no bottom to my lack self confidence. I tried hide from it, and ignore the searing, all-seeing eye. It sought me out everyday, and let me know I was inadequate. Still, my self hatred drove me onward to the goal in front of me. I had no choice but to face my fear...the unthinkable? Could I do it? Doubts blackened my mind as I tied on the ropes. I focused the rage, spurned on by the dark venomous snakes crawling and spitting thier poison in my belly. There was no turning back, and so I started up the route, as the snakes rose up in my stomach, writhing in my throat and choking my breath with fear. I fought it back, and struggled upward. Click. I could breath easier. The snakes retreated, and I moved upward. The next goal was in site, I reached up....click, and made ready to move on. Oh wait...somethings gone wrong. OH FUCK! OH SHIT! GAA-OOOOOOGAH! GAA-OOOOOOOGAH! WAH! WAH! WAH! .......Z-CLIP ALERT! Z-CLIP ALERT! Z-CLIP ALERT! LEAD TEST FAILURE! FAILURE! FAILURE!
Everyone in the gym stopped in their tracks and stared. I hung from the top rope in shame, the test lead rope zig-zaggin on the wall down to the ground. Beta-monkeys and Prana tops alike attempted to stifle thier laughter, but the crescendo rose louder and louder, and soon the whole gym rang with shrieks of laughter as they pointed at me and rolled on the floor, kicking up cloud of chalk. As I was lowered to the ground, I could feel a brand burning into my forehead....a large, scarlet "L".
Oh, and thanks JayB for the belay. I'll get'er done next week, now that I actually have figured out how to "properly Z-clip a bolt ladder". This pie tastes pretty good, but I don't plan on eating it again....but then, I'm always outdoing myself. I'm hoping everyone else it enjoying this as much as I am.