We were down at St Bees again last night in glorious sunshine, until a rapidly approaching front arrived. We timed it well, and had just got to the cliff top as the first rain drops fell. As much as I love being down at St Bees – it is a magical place - it seems to be exposing a loss of climbing mojo at the moment. Not a physical loss but a mental loss. I knew that I was tired, as I’d ridden into work and back again yesterday so that had been 8 days without a rest day, but I just felt all out of sorts mentally as I had sort of done on Friday and Sunday, not being able to hold it together and concentrate when the climbing was hard even when seconding. I also had a "lovely" fall yesterday which swung me across the rock - cheese gratering my arm and leg – nice!
But its time for a rest before Wasdale and maybe a re-focussing of things coming up. Maybe the mojo will return of its own accord.
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