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I can never seem to decide whether or not I actually have the power to control my climbing. Sometimes it feels like I can try as hard as I can but my actions mean nothing. I remember a day in Rocklands, trying the 25ft tall "Splash of Red" in amazingly terrible conditions. There was a huge crew of people throwing down, joking around and taking massive falls onto soaking wet pads. It was the best community feeling I have ever experienced in climbing. All my friends crushed the boulder easily, and I every time I pulled on I would be so happy and excited to start climbing. But I couldn't even hang onto the holds, my skin felt like it was melting off, and each go would slice holes into my tips. I couldn't even get to the crux.. Almost everyone else sent, and I felt pretty sad I couldn't share the excitement of topping out into the crazy rainstorm. The next day I didn't even bother warming up, and climbed to the top of the boulder easily. There was no doubt in my m...
