Thursday, 17 January 2013

Tough one this weekend!

What's the options this week for the London based weekend warrior? The short answer is not a lot.

With freezing temperatures and not much sunshine anywhere, sport climbing looks totally out, and with snow forecast from the Peak to Fontainebleau, bouldering looks rather unlikely too.

Which leaves just one option... climbing with gloves on. Time for me to head for north Wales and learn the dark arts of dry tooling!

Thursday, 10 January 2013

Where to get out this weekend?

With rain forecast for most of the south and west on Saturday, it's looking like a weekend for getting up north. Either way, it's going to be cold!

Llanberris is set to be dry after overnight showers on Friday night, and the Peak should be cloudy but dry and cold.

If you're looking for southern sport, I think a Sunday day drip will be the only option, with Brean Down a likely candidate - we were there last weekend and although many of the upper lines were suffering seepage, the lower lines were all fine. Portland is also to be sunny and on sunday, although there's a misty start forecast.

Day trips should also be possible to Pembroke and the Gower on Sunday.

Happy cranking!

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

The importance of getting out


First weekend of the year, and we were back in last year's winter stomping ground of Brean Down.

The forecast wasn't great, the rock was damp and chilly at times (waking up to thick fog on Sunday morning, it seemed like a bit of a lost cause) but once we were warmed up and cranking, it was all worth it for several reasons.

After two months laid up with a slipped disc, I'd been back in the climbing gym for a couple of weeks before christmas, but hadn't really been out on the rock at all. Factor in the couple of weeks off over the festive period, and I think it's fair to say there were a few cobwebs needing blown out.

The gym got me used to falling where there was nothing to hit and bolts every half a meter, but it didn't get me used to falling in the real world, so I needed a few lobs to sort out the fear.

The gym also got my muscles used to pulling again, but it didn't get me used to the subtleties of rock climbing, so once I'd got myself relaxed, I needed the rest of the weekend working on body position and footwork.

And what a good school for body position and footwork Brean Down is! For such a small place (made even smaller this weekend due to seepage on most of the upper lines) there's so much to learn at Brean.

We did a lot of laps of the two 7as Chepito and Pearl Harbour, and despite all three of us knowing the routes well, I don't think anyone used the same sequence twice. There's so many ways to do each route there you can really just explore the rock - a line up decent crimps one time, and a more strenuous line on sidepulls the next; or endless variations of footwork to refine and climb the route more efficiently.

Then there was Tide Rising (7b+). I spent several hard days of projecting to send this line in 2011, and although a repeat was never likely to be on so soon after the layoff, I figured it would do me good to try and work the moves.

Despite remembering most of the hand sequence I had used, it felt totally impossible to begin with, and even after several goes on saturday and two on sunday, I hadn't figured out a really reliable way through the bottom crux.

It's so sequency - with a bit more fitness I could have powered through, but as it stands everything would have to be optimised, and I couldn't quite do that. Finding the easy way to do one move would leave me in a poor body position for the next.

It felt like I was missing one little trick that would link everything together for the bottom half, and the same for the top.

But no matter, every second I spent trying it out was valuable; I was reminding my body what it feels like to be on a piece of real rock instead of a slab of chipboard with friction paint and bolt-on holds - and working the muscles that don't really get worked in the gym.

So I came away with the feeling that a bit more practice will have me cranking hard again in no time.

The final reason it was all worthwhile, was simply the psychological boost. The months of inaction had left me a bit down, and if there's one thing guaranteed to lift that cloud, it's a weekend with the guys on the rock, whatever the weather!

So here's to getting out more often for a year of cranking... happy 2013 everyone!

Ramon with total concentration on the crux hold of Tide Rising (7b+)

Tom working the extremely technical crux move on Storm Warning (7c+)

Dog walkers making the most of a grey seaside afternoon


Sunset at the end of a great day's climbing


Tuesday, 1 January 2013

I couldn't hold on any longer...

How often do we say or hear that at the wall or the crag?

We all do it to a greater or lesser extent - letting go on a route and blaming failing muscles.

I was thinking about this the other day, as I was trying to convince Clare she really could have stayed on a route at the gym. She's proud of her determination to hang in there - and rightly so she's much better than most with her level of experience - but as a relative beginner she's no idea what she's actually capable of.

So, as I was trying to get across the fact that we all have to learn to pull harder and stay on that little bit longer, I pointed out that I still have to work on this aspect too.

Which lead me to ponder later on, do I work on it enough?

Truth be told, it's one of those areas where I've become complacent. It is one of my strengths, but that's no reason to rest on my laurels - especially since it's one of the facets of climbing that comes at little cost. You don't have to take time off from periodised mental attitude training like you do with the physical aspects - it's something that can be worked on in every single session.

If I needed any further prompting, it was to come a short while later whilst re-watching Dave MacLeod's excellent Echo Wall. If there's a better sysnopsis of the mental preparation required to climb at your absolute limit, I'd love to see it.

It also reminded me of a little saying I used to use learning trad last spring with Ramon, when faced with a scary decision: What would Dave do? It would normally be enough to convince me to go for if it was safe to do so, and only back down for genuine safety concerns.

So, as the new year begins this will be two of my resolutions: I will challenge myself to hold on that bit longer on *every* send attempt, and try to be a bit more like Dave.


Sunset over the Gower peninsula - last climbing weekend of 2012

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Because I'm worth it.

Up till a couple of months ago, my diet was what I'd guess is a pretty typical mix of fairly healthy and fairly not.

I'd cut down on red meat and increased fruit and veg in the home cooked meals over the last few years, but was still prone to the odd dirty chicken takeaway (with the chips smothered in salt, chilli and garlic sauces), and often had crisps and chocolate as my afternoon snack at work.

Whilst my cupboards certainly weren't full of convenience foods, I was still no stranger to the odd oven ready pizza, and a pasta sauce was more likely to come from a jar than be made from scratch.

At a doctors visit for a sore throat, I was told I had high blood pressure. This was later to be diagnosed as "white coat hypertension", i.e. blood pressure going up because it's being measured, but not before a series of tests had been ordered. The upshot of those was being informed I had high cholesterol - and this one was an actual problem, not a phantom.

Given I stopped smoking a good few years ago, don't drink much these days, and get plenty of exercise, the only lifestyle change to make before considering medication was diet. So I was asked to eat healthily for three months, and come back for another lipids test.

I decided to download a diet diary application for my phone - initially so I'd have a record of whether or not I'd stuck to my intentions, but I quickly realised I could use it to pressure myself into making the right choices.

The plan was quite simple - the diary had a function to create a pdf report for the doctor, so I'd e-mail that to my siblings once a week. Every time I went to buy food, I'd stop and think "if you buy shit, everyone's going to know about it". Everything I ate and drank was to go in it.

No exceptions.

The plan worked well. I went practically pescatarian, stopped drinking milk, substituted butter with margarine, cut out cheese, and banned myself from all manufacured cakes, biscuits, chocolates, crisps and any sort of ready meal or takeaway.

I stopped buying jars of sauces and got back into making them myself.

I switched exclusively to wholemeal bread, reduced my intake of pasta, and bought a chupati maker to replace the white rice - turns out sorghum flour is pretty nutritious, the one protein it's missing being lysene, but that's found in lentils so tarka daal with chupaties was right on the staple meals menu.

For snacks I bought fruit (both fresh and dried), nuts, seeds and vegetables (carrots in particular). The nuts and seeds also went on salads and anything else that seemed ripe for a sprinkling - a favourite breakfast became a fresh fruit salad with yoghurt, crushed wallnuts, pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds and a drizzle of honey.

In the work canteen, I began picking exclusively from their "Let's Energise" range - a bunch of salads with exotic ingredients like quinoa and wild rice, and for desert such creations as a strawberry, cucumber, oatmeal and low fat yoghurt smoothie. All promising to fill me up with buckets of nutritional goodness and practically no saturated fats.

I began reading the nutitional information on anything that came in a packet. Some of it made for astonishing reading. I resolved never to return to eating processed shit.

After about four or five weeks, I began to relax the rules a little. The diet didn't quite feel like it would be sustainable for good, and I didn't want to just knock my cholesterol into shape then return to old ways - I wanted to reprogram myself into a healthy diet for life.

I figured re-introducing a little red meat (stereotypically, I was really missing the occasional bacon buttie) and dairy would make things a bit more balanced. I've never been a fan of margarine anyway - it's not natural - so I decided to go back to butter; with the amount of saturated fats I'd cut out, I could surely cope with a natural spread on my (wholemeal) toast.

My diet began to feel not only sustainable, but pretty bloody desirable.

Ten weeks into it, and I no longer really had to make the healthy choice - if I let my appetite guide me, I was picking good stuff. Cakes, biscuits, "chocolate" bars and crisps no longer appeal to me - I want whole foods.

I dropped 4kg in the three months, and it wasn't muscle disappearing - I can see the difference when I pinch my waist. It's not like I was carrying much excess fat, but getting rid of what there is can only help my climbing.

But there's more.

I feel fucking fantastic.

I can't remember the last time I had that wobbly low blood sugar feeling in a mid afternoon slump or during training... it just doesn't happen any more.

Before a session at the wall, I don't have to worry about loading up enough energy to see me through. If I'm hungry I'll eat, and if not I won't - it seems to make no difference to how hard or how long I can pull on those holds.

Unfortunately, I slipped a disc subsequently, and couldn't climb for two months, so I haven't really had a chance yet to see what the weight loss will do for my climbing, but after only a couple of weeks back in training I'm already onsighting 7a in the gym so I think I'll be in pretty good shape by the end of the winter.

In a sport where little edges add up to big differences, the training and recovery gains I'm convinced will keep coming from this would be worth sacrificing a lot for... but in this case I don't feel like I'm sacrificing anything. 
 
The only downside is having to be a little bit more prepared than before; convenience foods are after all quite aptly named - but for that I get so much... it's way more than worth it.

So, if you're putting in the hours in the gym and on the rock - pulling on beastmakers and campus boards, working technique, building core strength - and wondering if there's anything you've missed, try Doc's Diet Diary. It worked for me!

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Cast out first the beam out of thine own eye...

I'm going through a bit of an introspective spell at the moment, and one of the questions I've been asking myself is "Are you practicing what you preach?"

One of my favourite recommendations is "You need to train your weaknesses." - Ramon gets it from me regularly for his dislike of going near slabs, and I went as far as abusing him for it in a recent post.

So how about me?

I like to think I've got this one wired - I relish getting on slabs for a change, and have diversified into trad this year with all the new climbing styles that brings.

But on closer inspection I'm going to have to call bullshit on myself.

What's my biggest weakness?

Boulder strength.

What do I never do?

Bouldering.

Now, historically there were good reasons for this. When I first started trying to improve my climbing I took to bouldering and injured my fingers a lot. My tendons just weren't ready for the forces my arms were able to provide - at one point I remember training with seven fingers taped at once.

So I resolved to stick with route climbing - it was after all the style that gave me the most enjoyment, so why not go with it rather than hurting myself and taking time out?

But those days are surely behind me. I understand a lot of the mistakes I was making then (insufficient warm-up, training with full crimp, etc.) and I've had time to develop those tendons.

My best redpoint is 7c, yet my best boulder send is just V5... that's out of balance. Surely improving my bouldering to regularly sending V6 would improve my all-round climbing ability way faster than any amount of stamina work on the comp wall will.

Of course bouldering is a slightly higher risk form of training, but that's the same for all of us and with high risk should come high reward for someone in my position.

So, whether it's because I'm sticking to what I'm good at, or scared of an exaggerated risk is largely irrelevant - I've been avoiding what I need to do most. If you're a regular in london's indoor bouldering venues, expect to see a baldy scotsman down there trying to clear a beam from his eye... and if you're heading up to the peak or down to bleau this winter, give me a shout!

Once upon a time in Bleau... with a lot of finger tape.

A couple of weeks later, and four taped fingers had become five... it was getting silly.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Life is sweet!

Last week, while I was going through the usual post-climbing-trip "what am I doing here?" malaise, I came across a thread on UKC asking where's the "Best place to live for climbing, skiing, outdoors"?

In amongst all the usual replies about the alps, the states, and New Zealand, someone pointed out that London is actually a pretty good place if you've got the motivation to get out - and posted a link to Ramon's blog as a good page for inspiration. A timely reminder that for all the moaning we do about being miles from the rock, we're actually in a fairly privileged spot here.

Sure, there's no real rock to climb on in the evenings, but that just frees up the midweek for getting strong in the gym.

In the past I suffered from not enough rock time, but not this year. With Ramon I've put nearly 10,000 miles on the clock of my trusty C5 estate since February, leaving London on a Friday evening after work and parking up in some corner of South West England or Wales, to fold down the seats, sleep in the back, and wake up to a weekend of climbing.

We've done sport climbing in Brean, Ceddar, Swanage, Ansteys and Torbryan. We've done trad climbing in Swanage, Avon, Pembroke and the Culm Coast. We've even squeezed in a bit of deep water soloing at Lulworth and Berry Head.

Had we not been so focused on these areas (Pembroke in particular) we could have been slate climbing in Llanberris, gritstone udging in the peak, sandstone death tradding in Nesscliffe, sea-cliff adventure tradding in Gogarth, bouldering in Fontainebleau, or - if we were really fucking crazy - chalk climbing on the south coast.

OK, London may not be an aspiring alpinists dream location, but for a cragger, where would you get more variety than that in easy driving distance?

And that's before you start to think about the options that come from having four major international airports a short train/bus/tube ride away from the office, from which you can take a peek at any corner of europe you choose in a weekend.

This year I've been fairly UK trad focused, but in the past I've done sport climbing weekenders to places like Monaco, The Amalfi Coast and El Chorro for very little expense with the budget airlines. Seriously fun times.

With the nights drawing in and the autumn wind and rain arriving, perhaps it's time to be thinking of resurrecting those trips. But here's the thing - I've had an absolute ball exploring the south west climbing scene this year and I've barely scratched the surface. I wasted years of my time in London, training at the gym to get ready for a few weekends away and three or four sport climbing trips a year.

Friends who've moved abroad would love to see me join them for weekend adventures, but it actually seems like a bit of a waste to fly out - euro sport and alpine adventures will always be there, and one day I may leave London for sunnier climes. Once I do that, the vagaries of UK weather will mean it's much harder to plan weekends back here than it would be now to plan weekends away, so I don't want to regret not making the most of what was on my doorstep any more than I have already.

Anyway the moral of the story is yes, life for a London based climber can be pretty fucking sweet. Thanks TobyA for the reminder!

Early season mucking around at Brean Down - January. Photo by Ramon Marin.
Tom Le Fanu getting in a climb in the late evening sun.
Camping in Swanage, February.
Hunstman's Leap at Pembroke in March

Waves lashing the belay ledge as St Govan's, Pembroke

Late summer sport in Anstey's Cove.