I did my Esclatamasters project, which is big news for me, because I have been intending on trying the beautiful thing since November, and thought it was a lost cause. But I was most certainly wrong! It wasn’t a lost cause because I was convinced by Klementine to go and make try. I was just being plain silly by finding multitude of excuse and not being alleatoire enough. I went for it, and I did it. And I am the most surprised. I felt 800 percent better than my previous attempts, spaced over three days over four months (not too focused) and finally could use some new muscles I have been working on. It was crazy to feel my body work properly for climbing. It's like a car running properly after having a mechanic try to fix it for six months, yet never finding the problem, constantly returning the damn vehicle to the shop. For the moment, I feel like a newly fixed machine, despite my new little finger problems, which have been screwin’ with me. Those shall pass hopefully, and I have no fear of them. 

Who knows what’s scary??? I am scared of the fucking road! There are so many gnarly car accidents here, and sometimes I wonder how long I will live. It’s a very real, scary thing, and every day I get in the car, I come very close to getting hit by some idiotic old fucker, or some young macho asshole who cares for nothing and no one. Who knows who these people are, but they almost hit us all the time. It’s not cool. I disapprove, and I will be bummed if that is my fate. Everybody, be very careful. 

Other exciting news on the front involves my recent progression in onsight climbing, and doing two 8c+ routes in day, which was a big deal for me because I was positive that would be impossible for myself…