In reply to Marc C:
That article of yours really punctured my ego... It's okay; I'm not trying to make you feel bad or anything. I'm way past my phase of staying up all night making Marc C voodoo dolls and then spending my weekends killing them in ever more imaginative and gruesome ways... I just wanted you to know that it hurt at the time, but, in the long run, it was probably for the best. It forced me to really examine myself and my reasons for persisting with the delusion that I'm a climber. A bit of soul searching can sometimes be beneficial.
Anyhow, like I say, I'm past all that. I've moved on... Having recently read
Feet in the Clouds be Richard Askwith, I am now motivated to re-brand myself as a fell runner. I like the macho image of tough guy Darren floating gracefully up hillsides and flying down descents that would put the fear of God into a mountain goat. I'll be all toned muscle and steely determination... Actually, if my climbing career provides any parallels, then in reality I can probably reasonably expect to some day get around the Grasmere course in 4 or 5 hours or so?