Under normal circumstances, this stretch would’ve been the most exciting for me. But I am making heavy weather of it. And yet, it’s the kind of half an hour in which every bone, every muscle, every fibre of my being is aware of it being alive and I wouldn’t trade this for anything else. I am feeling kind of stupid for not keeping up with my climbing the last decade, also sheepish and foolish for being out of sorts and uncertain on such a routine but exciting stretch, but I am also completely vigilant not to take any risks just because I am feeling stupid and foolish. 😃