For most of my life, and most of my climbing career, I counted up. I remember the pride I’d felt at having climbed for five years (at age 21), or for ten. I remember one year having clocked almost 200 days on rock and what that meant to me. It wasn’t until somewhere in my thirties that I started realizing that every one of those years and every one of t…
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