I have several partially written pieces, but as we all know: close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Instead, please enjoy a few highlights from 2017, which was the first year I had Strava. Strava, for those that don’t know is a place where you can ostensibly track your workout activities, but end up tracking a much bigger slice of your life.
These kids are grown-ups now
Tiff calls this my “bragging app” and she’s probably got the main thrust of it. They aren’t all wins though.
Some progression on Yellow Spur that makes me smile:
I remained stoked to do that many more times, as predicted (261 and counting)
This is truly insane. Only two PCD’s and I was climbing the 5.10 finish on sight, which was my limit at that time. We had much to learn about safety. Not in my report: I nearly fell on that 5.10 part and it was probably another 10 laps climbing it normally before I could do it without falling.
I would go on to climb this myself eventually, but of course as soon as I did that I raised the bar, telling myself that this was actually pretty easy and that if I was really any good at this I should be climbing (n+1). I like that about climbing, and also about life.
This has since been done faster, but for a brief moment in time I was the fastest guy to have done one of the numbered Flatirons and I still think that’s pretty neat.
