Motivation ebbs and flows. Like tides coming in and rolling out, motivation has a similar rhythm. In over ten years of a climbing obsession I have never taken more than two weeks away from this great game. Finally, while alone on a big wall in Yosemite a small fall changed that for me. I flew threw the air, not more than ten feet, and when I came to a gentle stop at the bottom of my rope I looked up. "How did that cam pull out? What the hell?" I thought to myself. I looked down to see my right middle finger twisted and mangled.
My finger was dislocated and pointing towards the index. There wasn't any pain, a strange discomfort, but no pain. "I guess I put it back now," I remember thinking. I grabbed the finger and gave a gentle tug, it made a pop and went back to where it was supposed to be. In that moment I decided I was meant to be an ultra runner this summer anyways. As long as 'Ultra' meant 15 or so miles.
The time away from climbing has stoked the fire. The finger is healing. Motivation is high. And in the meantime, I was able to organize my photos...
