It has been a while since I can say this: I’m pumped! Not the excited pumped rather the “Holy crap 5.13 is really hard” pumped. It’s been a while since I have tied into the sharp end. How good it feels though. Joy simply abounds from climbing, not even hard climbing just climbing. My psych is back. I’ve got my mojo. It is remarkably peaceful to know that climbing, again, is at its rightful place in my life.