Training/projecting/climbing hard and having fun....
i think you guys missed the point of this thread. what wes is saying is that now that he's climbing hard and training and projecting, he's not having fun anymore. everyone needs to tell wes to stop trying so hard, to chill out and remember to have fun because he's obviously forgotten that. every time i hear that he's sent i feel bad for him. by the way, i'm really sorry to hear about too many puppies. you must be miserable now. i'll buy you a beer. if you're up to it, we can run some laps on the slabs at roadside and we can remember how fun climbing is together. but we'll walk by those dumb people obviously not having fun on wild gift or rocs or pine (a really sad, unfun route) or strevels. we'll laugh and throw our arms around each other and drink a few ale-8s back at miguel's and bask in our rediscovered happiness. oh wouldn't it be nice..
and great loves will one day have to part -smashing pumpkins
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marathonmedic
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andy_lemon
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Who said anything about Wes not having fun anymore? It looks to me like he is climbing hard AND having a great time! And taking some fantastic photos in the process. Keep it up Wes!
Anyway, the bike story reminded me of the time when I was 15 and I had a speedometer on the bicycle. I wanted to see if I could get the needle in the red zone. I took off down our street and went as fast as I could. I got the little needle into the red zone and suddenly the chain came off and somehow I went flying over the handlebars like superman. I hit the pavement face first with my chin taking most of the force. I then slid for probably 30 feet or so. My chin hurt pretty badly, my jaw ached, my hand was bloodied up, my knees, my chest, my elbow, and the buttons were even worn off of my shirt! I picked up the bike and hobbled home.
I threw down the bike (what was left of it) it the front yard. My sister was there and I asked her for a bandaid. She was horrified and told me that she could see the bone in my chin because the skin was split open there. I asked again for a bandaid (although it was difficult to talk because my jaw was also dislocated and quite sore). I ended up with 15 stitches in my chin and had x-rays of my mandible, elbow, and knee. Everything else was fine. The worst part of all is that the doctors and nurses cleaned the road rash with wire brushes! They didn't numb it or anything. My hand and a few knuckles were really banged up.
I have more stories! Plenty more... I don't usually do the same mistake twice though.
Anyway, the bike story reminded me of the time when I was 15 and I had a speedometer on the bicycle. I wanted to see if I could get the needle in the red zone. I took off down our street and went as fast as I could. I got the little needle into the red zone and suddenly the chain came off and somehow I went flying over the handlebars like superman. I hit the pavement face first with my chin taking most of the force. I then slid for probably 30 feet or so. My chin hurt pretty badly, my jaw ached, my hand was bloodied up, my knees, my chest, my elbow, and the buttons were even worn off of my shirt! I picked up the bike and hobbled home.
I threw down the bike (what was left of it) it the front yard. My sister was there and I asked her for a bandaid. She was horrified and told me that she could see the bone in my chin because the skin was split open there. I asked again for a bandaid (although it was difficult to talk because my jaw was also dislocated and quite sore). I ended up with 15 stitches in my chin and had x-rays of my mandible, elbow, and knee. Everything else was fine. The worst part of all is that the doctors and nurses cleaned the road rash with wire brushes! They didn't numb it or anything. My hand and a few knuckles were really banged up.
I have more stories! Plenty more... I don't usually do the same mistake twice though.
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