So, to remedy my fear and general avoidance of cracks, I enrolled in a crack climbing course at the local indoor climbing gym with several climbing colleagues. We formed a real formidable team, headed by Leslie, a long time local gym climber who has a real knack for making friends with anyone cool. Chef Dan and then myself completed our small group. Dan is the Executive Chef for the Concordia Argonaut Club in San Francisco, he's a real dude who has been climbing for only a short time and I must say progressing rather quickly.
We heard about the course by another climber at the gym who had taken it. She had nothing but great things to say about it. We met Lucho, our young instructor last Tuesday, Cinco de Mayo. Without any delay from the days Corona and lime infested festivities (just kidding, but Dan brought Coronas for after the class, super cool and much appreciated!) we spent 30 minutes learning how to tape up our hands. The indoor gym surface has perhaps 5 grit sandpaper for walls and is super abrasive on skin, making athletic taping of the hands absolutely necessary. My hands still bled by the end anyway, but it is not a good climbing day unless blood is bled by someone right?


Constantly flex your thumb, intuitively trying to make your hand bigger to hold in a crack, and then allowing it to go limp to pull it out is super tough. Chef Dan was climbing a great crack with great style, as I tried to tell everyone that night, it is all about looking good, even if you're getting worked, like we all did!

Just to give you an idea of the abuse your hands take, Dan took a photo of his own hands after our training session:

All in all it was a great, highly informative session. Ultimately, crack climbing is one of those obscure activities that can only be perfected with heaps of practice, at the dispense of your hands. I'm glad I had some cool cats to hang with while learning all about cracks, I look forward to polishing my skills at any one of CA's splendid climbing destinations!
Bye!
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