It’s an addiction.
While I was sick with the flu, too sick to even go to work, I lay on the couch wondering, “How long could I climb on the wall? How many sets could I get in without making myself more sick? Is five 20-move sets too many? What if I just did a short power workout, something that didn’t require much cardio effort? What about doorjamb pull-ups? What about mono-finger hangs?”
I laid there and fantasized. Then when my daughter got home, we had to take a burn on the garage wall. After all, if I’m not molding the next generation of climbers, what am I doing with my life?