Climbing can be tough on the hands. I don’t get blisters nearly as often anymore but I’ve started having another problem: flappers. Not the 1920s dancer but a flap of calloused skin that mostly calls it quits but hangs on for dear life. It leaves a bit patch of raw skin underneath that isn’t very conducive to hanging off of fake rocks. The most recent one came at the end of a great sessions last night. SisterAct and I have been helping each other conquer our very overt and pathetic terror of lead climbing [and falling]. We took a bit step last night and went for some more difficult moves and allowed ourselves to fall. Guess what? It wasn’t so bad. And we got further into a pretty fun route.
To train for the endurance and balance needed for clipping rope during lead climbs we like to end our sessions climbing across a cave roof to practice footing and endurance. I got further than I had yet without falling off but I paid with my palm skin.
**warning** kinda gross