Scratching only makes it worse

I did it. I scratched my itch. Am I satisfied? No! Not in the slightest. Actually now it's even worse! That's right. Yesterday I went bouldering. It was only for an hr but that was enough. My muscles are feeling it today! Serious. I'm so sore. It's fantastic. J I got up and went to work... well I started making calls, tidying the house. Vic then asked if she could come climb with me. Being the good husband that I am I of course agreed. We got there about 12 and there was only one other climber who was on the finger board so it was nice and dead.

 I sent Vic just trying to traverse the wall, which she was finding difficult, not suprising, some of the routes were aimed at traversing. When I was ready I stretched a little bit and started pottering around playing on this route or that. Sticking to the big holds enabled me to warm up a little bit now. I found what I thought was the easiest climb there. I quickly tried it and asked V to try it. She couldn't do it. It was one of those climbs where if you have climbed before you take for granted; it's obvious to you what you do. If you haven't it all seems a bit counter intuitive. But she kept at it. I was trying to help her but she banished me, telling me to go do something else. So off I went. Looking for the next route to try. All I could seem to find were ones that were either really easy or too hard. I found some which I did with some excursion, but nothing that was seriously challenging me. I was a little put out because of the lack of clarity of the routes it was difficult to assess what grade I was climbing to. It didn't help that there were several other climbers now arriving who were shooting up and down routes clearly much more practised then I was. Then I was it. The multicoloured holds in the corner. Looked tough. But what is the point in climbing if you're not going to push yourself. I briefly looked at it. Assessed how I was going to try it, spotted holds and what not. I then, full of confidence gave it ago. Epic fail. Could hardly hold on. I kept falling. I was getting more worked up, but with every slip and slide I was getting more and more determined. This was my goal. I worked and worked and worked. I was slowly working it out.
 This was for me as counter intuitive as the "basic route" was for Vic. I'm embarrassed to say I assessed it as only about a V4 problem but at least I know where I am. This morning I woke up so sore. So stiff. It felt great! I loved it. I've not felt so good in ages. V has now given me permission to go climbing once a week, so stay turned on the love affair of the multicoloured problem. I will do it!