IT keeps on ticking

We are still together. No he does not want to marry me nor do I want to marry him so the last story was simply that, a story. I am unsure if we will "make it" as they say but for right now, things are going good. I will admit that his moodiness is borderline female but shit, 'nobody is perfect like me'. At least we don't fight ALL the time like some other variety of the dysfunctional couple. This is very reminiscent of a previous blog I wrote back during the bouldering season. On a brighter note it is official that if I want to become a stronger climber I must stop climbing with my boyfriend as often. Also, I must get a membership to Climbmax before I go stir crazy with worry about the next Triple Crown. I might as well face it, I am competitive and I want to do better than I did last year, say top 15 for my division. I wonder if it makes me a shallow climber if I am competitive? I wonder if "being a good sport" counts towards being a "good" climber? No matter, I suppose. As long as my bulky ass still trains pretty hard and I keep my motivation up by any means possible, the outcome is secondary, the application of self is the true life lesson. Speaking of application of self, the hike up the Hawksbill is pure murder especially if your just going up there to get on the best 5.10 ever. Appalachian Springs is not too shabby either although I could only get up to the second bolt and I hung it so much it might as well have been a V0. That is what happens when you don't climb for a month.