God. What a night climbing. I could barely climb a 5.7 and whenever I tried anything harder I either failed or really struggled. What is that stupid thing inside me that says I should be better but that I will never succeed at the same time?
My hands are like two bloody stumps. They are so freaking tight. I get frustrated, but come on it is not like I am some sort of competition gym wall rock climber! I mean come on it is not even a rock! Nevertheless I beat myself up. I want to succeed, but I fell short today.
I am suppose to climb again on Saturday with a few friends so we will see how I do. It isn’t a big deal, but it is a big deal.
Time for bed.