Killing the Dragon...

I wrote the following blog about 3 weeks ago but was unsure as to whether or not I wanted to post it. Since then I’ve learnt that one of my nearest and dearest may be quite ill and it’s made me think about things a little more seriously and so I have decided to share the post. 

I had a really positive response to my last blog and for that I would like to say a big thank you. It has been a massive year. Full of ups and downs, ins and outs and for the most part, super positive. We have learnt, grown, made some fantastic new friends and had some downright rad experiences. Looking forward to 2015, I am really excited to see where our path leads us next. New adventures, different places, stronger bodies and minds and my health will be my number one focus this year. 

I have decided that 2015 will be the year I get off my meds and reverse the two autoimmune diseases. If I am going to spend my time on this earth as a dirtbag climber, and believe me I intend to, I can not be restricted by illness and medications. I know that Hashimotos can be reversed and I am just praying that I have not done too much damage to my fingers already to reverse the Raynauds also. It is going to take a lot of work and regular monitoring but I am confident I can make improvements. 

It has always worried me that during our adventures there will not always be a chemist around to fill my script nor a doctor to give it to me so I need to start getting serious about recovery. Ultimately I would love to go to Thailand and do a 28 day fast accompanied with cleansing, yoga and massage. That however would require about $5000 that I currently do not have so I would like to have a crack at getting well here at home first. Unless of course anyone has a spare $5K they want to donate ;) 

My main goal is just to get my fingers in the best condition they can be. Every climber knows and understands the importance of this. We are currently working a training program to increase finger strength which has been awesome and the results so far are insane. All of this is pointless however if I lose the feeling in my fingers mid climb and I can’t even bear down. 

These past few weeks have reaffirmed the absolute importance of staying healthy. Without our health, everything else lacks substance. You can have all the money in the world but if you don’t have the body to hold up to any of your dream adventures, what’s the point? In the same breath, people work 50, 60, 70+ hours a week to go on one great holiday or put away for their retirement fund; but if at the end of the day you don’t even have the energy to enjoy it, again, was it really worth the stress? I urge everyone to make 2015 the year of living for you. It is not selfish to put yourself first and look after number one when it ultimately means that you can then be a healthier, stronger minded, more focused and committed person. It is win win, because the more you look after yourself, the more you can offer others. Do the things you want to do, that make you happy and get you excited. Be productive and proactive. Revel in the good, learn from the bad. You get one body and one crack at this crazy thing called life so use it or lose it. It’s your choice, choose you. 

Welcome the Forest!!

France is rad. Just saying. We were so excited driving off the ferry and ready for some crazy adventures! Roundabouts are the weirdest thing to go around the other way and I am not even the one doing the driving. Rich was awesome though, he totally bossed it. The streets here can be even smaller than those in the UK, which freaks me the heck out as we are in a right hand drive van, but Rich has it dialed. 

We got to Font on Sunday afternoon and our first mission was to find croissants! We navigated through the tiny streets of the town and were lucky enough to find a park big enough for the van at the very top of town. As we pulled up an older gentleman came up talking french ‘at us’  and we both just looked at him quite stunned and said, “Je ne parle pas francais”. He nodded and walked away and as I ran over to the parking meter he was again yelling from the other side of the street. I was pretty stoked to have my first french conversation and realise he was just wanting to let us know that parking was free on Sundays and Mondays. Sweet. We found a little patisserie down the road and got croissants and a pan au chocolat. It was pretty epic. Next we found a campsite right on the Seine. It was a super hot day so we set up camp, put on our togs on and had a swim. There was guy in the water who seemed slightly crazy as he just laughed at everyone continuously and blew bubbles in the water. We stayed away from him. 

First day at Font bouldering was an absolute trip. The first problem we tried was a slab with a pocket and one tiny crimper and the most marbled tiny footers we’ve seen due to the use of Pof (what some of the locals use instead of chalk, a pine resin that becomes very slick over time). We had had a couple of attempts each when an older local climber came up trying to explain the beta to us in French, most of which we understood which was great, and also informed us that it is called “La Sans les Mains” - without hands. Our tiny crimper was out and we were left with just the glass like footholds. Welcome to Font. 

That pretty much set the tone for this trip so far. The grades are much harder than anything we’ve climbed back home but it has been such an awesome learning curve this first week. Gradually, the glass like slab is becoming less glassy, and the more burly walls and overhangs are getting sent by Rich and I am getting stronger everyday, sending some of the lighter grades and becoming a mantle boss!

We have found an awesome campground that has a mix of rad climbers, yoga pro’s and outdoor crushers from all around. Everyone is super friendly, never shy to offer tips about the local surroundings as well as the climbing. It is in the middle of the Fontainebleau Forest and amazingly green and serene. A much more pleasant experience than our second night here in France where we thought we might just sneakily sleep at the crag to be ready for an early start in the morning. We were woken at midnight to the sounds of people circling the van, Rich got up to check it out and as he pulled back the curtain, it was literally like a scene out of movie. We had been told that this particular crag was known to be popular with the local gay scene after dark, but didn’t really think much of it. This however, was unbelievable. There were men everywhere. Rich just turned me and said “Stay in bed, don’t come up the front. I’ll drive slow but we are leaving now!” Needless to say we didn’t stay there again. 

Feeling very blessed with the area we have found now, I feel like we could stay here forever. The climbing is phenomenal and the atmosphere is super chill and relaxing. Today was our 6th day climbing and we are desperate for a rest day. By the time we finished our session this afternoon the finger tips on both our hands were weeping and I was in tears at the top out of a climb as I just had nothing left to finish it! It has only been a week and we are finding our groove more and more everyday. I cannot wait to see where we are in a month not only with the climbing, but with the French language and just life itself.