Instead, I grit my teeth and tried a new 5.12 on lead, and worked on an overhanging 5.11 with a reachy traverse. I also ran a few other 5.11s and hard 5.10s, just to get a strong burn in for the night. I biked home in a strong head wind, growling unhappily the entire time. By the time I got home and boiled water for macaroni and cheese for dinner, I couldn't do more than collapse on the couch with a book and a glass of wine. Despite my sore arms, I was actually pretty happy that I pushed through no motivation to get some climbing in.
One of my favorite female climbers is Steph Davis, and this short interview with her is what I keep in mind on days like this. In order to have really good days become really great days, you have to climb through sub-par days with just as much dedication to gain a strong foundation. Even though I wanted nothing more than to go home and have a relaxing evening with a book or knitting, I knew that it would be better in the long run if I get at least a couple hours on the end of a rope.
Now my arms are sore, but at least I climbed for a couple hours. Dedication, right?
Time to knit and relax.
Oh, and watch some climbing movies. :)