Note: This is a week-long series. Read yesterday’s post here: http://jwalkinguphill.blogspot.com/2012/09/to-top-of-wall-pt-1.html
“Muscle spasm!” I called out in frustration for anyone to hear. My right hand had been working overtime and ached as if it had been intently gripping a pen for hours. I squeezed my hand and wiggled my fingers, hoping for relief.
“We can take as many breaks as you need. There’s no rush.” My spotter called from below.
“Ok!” I exhaled, holding my position while looking for my next move. “Where should I move next?”
“Do you see that green rock to your left?”
I looked over. A green hold was positioned nearly out of my reach. “Yes!?” I called down in disbelief.
“Good. Move there with your left foot.”
Easier said than done. I began to stretch my left leg towards the side, but was quickly met with resistance as my muscles began to tighten. I looked up at my right hand, my usual assistant when my left leg needed some extra help.
That’s not going to work. My right hand was preoccupied, locked in a death-grip around a hold….
Photos by J. DeChamplain