I'm 6' exactly. Medical assistants comment on it when they take my height and weight. "Wow, right on the dot!" Between my height, a neutral ape index and a muscular-ish build, I have all the tools to yard through a lot of moderate climbing.
Problem is, I hate doing that, and tonight's bouldering session brought that home for me. A group of shorter folks were working a V3, the crux of which was a sideways dyno. They urged me to try it. "You should get on it, man, you've got that reach," someone said. I didn't touch the thing. Sporty V3 is tough for me anyway, especially coming off a week of Joshua Tree granite (more on that soon). Only some truly heinous flailing would get me up that problem, and a "send" like that just...doesn't feel worthwhile. I see guys my size (let's be real, it's usually guys) getting super gripped in weird positions, legs shaking, elbow chicken-winging, shoulders up near their ears, every move a spasm. No matter the grade or if they send, that kind of climbing just doesn't inspire me. Grace and balance do.
So I tinkered with something that actually intrigued me, a pinch problem with little balanced cat-moves on it. Finding the finishing jugs on it satisfied me in a way no awkward yarding ever could.
