It's one subject that everyone seems to avoid in the back-country. I daresay it's even more controversial than bolts/chopping bolts, the purpose of 200 mile slogs, or the benefits/costs of Lake Powell.
I first started with White Pine back in November. When you sign up, you go through an assessment to figure out where you’re weak and where you're strong. As a climber, I was primarily only concerned with a few areas, pulling strength being the main one. But since climbing is a full body sport
Walk in to a gym on any given day, and I promise you will see at least one poor soul trudging along on some form of cardio equipment in a dire attempt to lose weight. That’s how it works, right? Do cardio, lose weight. Right?
Two weeks before RUFA, I felt great – I ran back-to-back 20+ milers at a good pace, I had energy during the day, I felt strong. I overlooked the length of time I slept that weekend, and how tired I was at 9pm. What mattered was that I could run, was running, and was running well.
As an athlete, I have trudged my way through many, many injuries: finger injuries, sprained ankles, broken bones, you name it… But, the injuries that were most common, and sadly the most preventable, were those due to my lack of mobility and flexibility: injuries such as hyperextensions, back issues, hip pain, and even minor muscle tweaks…All of these were due to my lack of mobility, not my lack of strength.
Three years ago, I climbed my first V9. I had been climbing for about 2 years at the time. I had done 3 V7’s, and 5 V6’s. Despite a lack of a good base, I was psyched to try some harder stuff just to see what would happen, just to see if I could do some of the moves. So one day I made the hike up the steep hill to a climb called Gription. This thing was pretty legend around St. George. I was stoked just to see it in person. Needless to say, it did not disappoint.
I either have the worst friends or the best, but late one night fellow White Pine athlete Jennilyn was texting me about a timed trail running event that amounts to summits of Mt Grandeur on a fairly steep and snow covered trail just outside of Salt Lake City. 15 minutes later, I signed up to run repeats for 12 hours on the 6 mile out and back with 2600 ft of gain… in the winter… in the Wasatch.
Earlier in January, I planned to take a small trip down south to St. George for a bit of bouldering. It had been snowing and cold in Salt Lake for the past couple months, forcing me into the gym, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it just has the tendency to get old after a while when your true passion lies in climbing outside.