bonjour

Continentals was the bomb: we flew in Wednesday, flashed routes in both qualifying rounds on Friday, destroyed Saturday's semi-finals route, and, without any training on ropes in the past month, squeezed through the crux of the finals route on Sunday. Post-climb, I was so excited I ran out onto the icy parking lot (it was snowing) and jumped around in shorts and a sleeveless team shirt until I was dragged in by anti-doping officials for the required test.

After 7 hours in isolation, having slept on and off through the cacophony of voices that fumbled around each other during the entire competition, it was nice to get some fresh air. Unfortunately, as it happens, our plane left at 7, so we skipped out before speed climbing semi-finals and hopped on a plane back to San Francisco.

We might have stayed longer if we'd known about the $1000 prize for first place. At least someone out there is psyched about their weekend :)