Five and a half months ago, I passed out on an airplane, spent three days in a NYC hospital, drove 20 hours home (as prescribed by a doctor), and a week later my "episode" was labeled a seizure, and I was a newly diagnosed epileptic. With that came the added crux of no driving until I was seizure-free for six months.
Read Morefear- friend or foe?
Fear can do a lot of things to you when you’re on the wall. It can get in your head and hold you back from attempting a move. It can mix with pride and prevent you from trying something in order to avoid failure. It might keep you from progression or have you down-climbing to your last clip or to a drop zone.
Read Moreencouragement, with a side of sends
Normally when bouldering, I hop around taking photos or rapid-fire at my project for an hour or so. It was the fifth and final day of our climbing trip and I found myself shuffling pads behind Grandfather Mountain in beautiful western North Carolina. Cody began to climb and slipped his right hand into a slot and his left hand onto a perfectly sculpted crimp, bringing his left foot to my eye level. “Keep breathing, Cody. You’ve got this.”
Read Morethe obed - a wild and scenic surprise
I pulled onto Doc Howard Road, into a familiar little parking area. One of the local dogs ran up, begging to be pet as I unloaded and stretched after the four hour drive, nipping a little bit too hard on my hand and losing its head-scratch privileges.
Read Morea portrait for dirtbag portraits
Let’s set the scene. I’m currently sitting in a little coffee shop in the small city that’s the biggest city in Alabama, Birmingham, listening to Come on Eileen, and trying to write an opening blog post for my new website, Dirtbag Portraits. If I’m honest, this is my sixth start to a draft for this first blog post.
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