Vigor

We train and train, practice and practice, do what we can to guarantee good results, but it seems as if good climbing days come out of nowhere. Maybe the so-called sweet spots are fewer and farther between after one reaches a certain decade or so. My two best climbing buddies are both turning fifty this year, and we delicately dance around that notion as we choose the routes on which we throw our hopes. That decade has been flying away for me. Maybe ignoring it is the best strategy...