My recovery time at the climbing gym is getting a lot better. Some of that might be the running--though after only two weeks, it seems hasty to say so. But I did six climbs tonight, sent five of them, and I'm just three or four moves from the top of this 5.7 I've been fighting for Some Time Now. The next move I need to make is a power move, a layback where the foothold is at hip height and tricky to balance on, and which will require a good deal of strength, especially since I need to use the momentum to lunge up to the next handhold. I reached it repeatedly, but I couldn't stick it. Even when I got mad at it.
And since it's near the top of the wall, of course I'm already burned out when I get there.
However! I did get past the infamous traverse without falling. Resting yes. Falling no. Which makes me awfully happy.
And in certain circumstances, I'm actually starting to feel confident and like I know what I'm doing up there. There was a bit of a traverse of the slab wall that would have given me serious trouble a month ago, and I just sailed right through it tonight.