No idea when this was but I do know a few things,
1) I wore montrails
2) I was so into being sponsored
3) none of my friends really liked me during this time
4)looking back I dont really like this guy
It was during this time that I was still rocking the Pink and Black crash pads Here is a picture of the single::
My "friend" Brian Camp, Pi and Eric all headed to So ill shortly after this pic was taken. It was one of the best climbing trips I have been and I still remember all the times we had, the highlight was certainly the last night before out last climbing day when we hit up a "club" directly across the street from Dave and Dan Chancellors house (Soill.) and I decided to get as drunk as humanly possible without dieing. I spent the entire night puking and woke up with a shag toilet rug attached to my face...
I had been working on Body Karate and kept falling near the end it would, at the time, be the 1st v9 I climbed out of the state.
The morning after I woke up terribly hung over and everyone tried to convince me to just head back to MN, I wanted to at least try so we headed down to the boulder. I somehow climbed it death creaming my way to the top.
That would have left the trip on a high note but on the way back My "friends" Brian and Pi needed to "help" me along in life by telling me how big of a tool I was being. It was hard.. It lasted for 9hours.. I needed it... I almost cried every time I got out to fill up in Gas..
Thru the next bit alot changed Brian and Kelly moved to Colorado, the gym changed, and I was was starting to come out of my slump of tool... but only a little.
I started climbing with Chris Hirsch a ton and we both started making big gains in our climbing. For awhile Chris dominated the comps and I would set. One year he decided to not compete in the "Passion for Flashing" a local route climbing comp. At first I thought nothing of it until I heard what the prize was..
A new Organic CRASH PAD!
I trained with Chris for 2 weeks and ended up winning.. this little guy..
I was syked
1 comment:
ha. love the honesty buddy. Sometimes it's really hard to be talked to so honestly but it seems that they were real 'friends' for doing so since looking back what they were saying seems to make sense to you.
And the word 'club' does not describe that place. 'Dive stripper joint' most certainly does.
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