I can see your Lady Gaga

After spending more than a fair number of paychecks on aggressively downturned shoes, lightweight harnesses, skinny dyneema slings and the like, I don't know why I sometimes end up climbing in restrictive, tight, totally-not-suited-for climbing jeans. I especially don't know why all three of us (G, Brian, and I) ended up doing so at TRC last night. Ms. Pssst claims it confers some kinda coolness, but I think it just turns me from the uncool kid to the uncool kid who can't highstep. B and his Oly-lifting quads split his jeans almost immediately, providing an entertaining game of "did I see what I thought I saw?"

Guessed we climbed a little too: 45 minutes of limit bouldering, followed by a couple of tough leads. Lots of good problems up for the coming bouldering league, we worked some tough moves on problems in the V4-V5 range, felt hard for the grade. Pssst was styling, though, and G made good progress on a crimpy, swinging, overhanging problem in the back corner. We finished with some leads on a 10 (blue) and an 11 (purple) out front. Devious moves on the purple, with a scary 4th clip going over a small roof, which G clipped at his limit (reach AND endurance). The 10 is great fun climbing down low (finger stacks, mono pockets, monkey jumps - nice lead, B!), with an endurance crux as you turn the roof and head for the anchors.

Need to climb more.