As I was feeling pretty good about myself (due to my body finally being able to do what I expect from it), I had pretty high hopes for the competition in Grindelwald.
I did everything right this time, travelling out at a sociable time the day before, getting a good night's sleep, even warming up nice and slowly before going out to compete, but I forgot the most important thing - my head. For some reason, I just wasn't psyched or excited about the problems and nor did I have any conviction in the decisions that I made. I ended up climbing like a proverbial "sack of spuds" and came off stage feeling at a brand-new all-time low.
The following three hours were spent watching the rest of the boys climb and I had resigned myself to giving up comps completely, telling myself that I should be concentrating on more important things like climbing on "real" rock and DIY. It took me a while to realise that the reason I was having this crisis of confidence was because of the lack of an obvious excuse for my crappy performance.
I just have to knuckle down and get psyched for Fiera next weekend. After all, there'll be plenty of time for DIY when I finally retire
The view from the Hotel