I don't want to beat around the bush

Today was my rest day from a three day bouldering binge. The three factors (in my head) which let me climb three days on were as follows:

• I forgot about climbing on Sunday
• I forgot the day of the week thinking I was a day ahead
• I was excited to finally be able to do the hardest moderates we have in the gym as training, by any means necessary.

There was Rowans red problem that snakes from the left most corner to the middle of the roof. It feels harder than the posted (and my hands off that they refuse to grab the holds. Dumbfuck muscle memory). I did the problem only to ask why do I feel like a punter and feeling weak. In my head it was only my second day on. Was I that bad? Then someone told me it was Tuesday, not Wednesday. I was a day a head in my mind and forgot that I climbed on Sunday.

Dumbass...

I felt like a punter even more cause I was getting angry which I've been working my ass off trying NOT to do. I find it's easy to give up and be angry. I have no good reason, just a bunch of excuses (which everyone has).

After I rested, and yet still felt pumped to all hell, I jumped on Bloch's orange seven. It took me a good five tries to put it down. On the last try everything was tips, barely. I was that pumped. Stupid pumped. Hopefully I can translate this training and mental training of not getting angry to outside.

That's the goal right? Guess it's time to get my sorry-ass out again.