Twight is famously a completely different in person than in his musings. So much so, in fact, that one of his climbing partners stated, after reading an account of an epic they’d shared, “That’s not the same person I was on the mountain with.”
At any rate, this gym looks intriguing when you get past all of the macho horseshit on the front page. Now, if the guys are actually this serious it would suck. I mean, c’mon, it’s just training. But I’ll bet, like Twight is when you meet him in person, they’re just some regualar folks who like to get after it a little bit.
Anyway, prior to heading over the “wait on the doorstep” for acceptance, I need to do a little homework. First off, I’m not near prime pull-up shape. But since the company I work for just happens to have a perfect solution to this (P90X, a program I helped create that’s essentially the home version of Gym Jones), that shouldn’t take too long.
Furthermore, I’d like to smoke a few of their diciples PR’s before “appying”, so I thought I’d do a test run on Grandeur’s west ridge to see what I was up against.
Twight’s 56 minutes seemed pretty fast. Given its winter and that the trail would be a combination of slush and snow, onsighting it didn’t seem prudent. Plus, if it was a recon trip the Rat could come. So instead of Twight’s PR, we went in search of that fastest winter onsight ascent by a 12-year-old Malamute mix.
The route was gorgeous but a little tendious. I can see why Twight and his masocistic tendencies would like it. It’s like an hour long stairmast session at the higest level. The trail actually was in decent shape, for the most part, and in spite of a couple of water stops to make sure the little guy was doin’ okay, we were still with in striking distance of 56 m, or at least breaking an hour, when we hit the summit ridge and just a bit o’ snow. While fun, the ensuing post holing was slow going. We hit the summit at 68 minutes.
Tuco was awesome. On our first ascent of Grandeur, via an easier line, I had someone take out pic because “he probably doesn’t have too many summits left in him.” Well, we’ve nailed quite a few since then and his fitness is fine. He’s limping less than he was last summer, for sure, and he’s taking far less Rimadyl.
On the way home I though about going after Twight’s 36.42 on Beachon Hill. Unfortunately, I didn’t know where it was. When calls to a few friends proved fruitless, I joined my friend Dustin for a ride up Little Mountain instead and got smoked so bad that I guess Grandeur had taken a bit of zip out of my legs, even at the Rat’s pace.
All in all, a pretty decent training day.