What do you desire? What makes you itch? What sort of a situation would you like?
How would you really enjoy spending your life?
Now look, we're going to do this for a little while, and that's it.
Because I am not going to do it the way you want. I will never be able to do it your way.
I can only do it my way. Wait a minute, wait a minute. I'm not doing it any way other than the best that I can do.
You cannot keep telling me what you think is the better thing, the better thing, the better thing, because I don't even know who the hell you are.
So let's do this thing and know that we are getting close to burnout. Burnout. Burnout. Burnout. Burnout.
I've often wondered what it feels like to be one of those folks that sends boulder problems quickly.
Damn, I spent a lot of nights up in Boulder Canyon, standing under that boulder alone, working the moves over and over and over and over.
Burnout. Burnout. Burnout. Burnout.
Burnout. Burnout.
Stoked about time. Come up here to work this problem probably eight times now. So stoked I just got it.
Burnout. Burnout.
Burnout.
One night I psyched myself out, thought I heard a mountain lion so I huddled up under the boulder and stacked some pads around me and started making sounds.
Half animal, half crazed man trying to get it to go away. Scaring the shit out of myself. Learning how to control that mind.
I had to deal with that. The heel hook of the lid was wet. I did it. I'm going to figure out some ways.
2.51 a.m. Hard world. Done. Stoked.
3.51 a.m. Hard world. Done. Stoked.
