16.5

It felt really good.
Hanging by the arms far above the ground.
My knees weren't trembling like before.
My arms held firm.
It was great climbing with the next tile being the only thought.

Never mind the slip which cost me the podium.
I took away something more important that what I came for.
It renewed passion for high walling, and, climbing.
The freedom of ascending something which takes out every bit of juice in you.
And the release which comes from falling back to ground even if it doesn't turn out - you get another shot.
Though of course, in competitions, one try is all you've got.
A 6th was already enough to satisfy, yet, thoughts of how close I was to advancing further races through my head.
But I brought back what I needed, belief.
Belief in myself.
I am definitely not as physically bulked as Joel and Caden, yet qualified with equal results.
But what I lack in, brute strength, I make up for quick and technical climbing, in order to ease off the pump which definitely will build up faster in my arms.
I am glad this time around I've got to show that I'm on the right track.

Last boulder competition coming up in 2 weeks time.
I need this belief to carry me through.
For now,
I can't wait to get on the bloody wall (: