This is Jocko Podcast Number 420 with Eco Charles and me.

Jocko Willing.

Good evening, Eco.

Good evening.

I chalked both my hands and took a few breaths.

I didn't think at all about my position or how I felt. I just

carried forward on autopilot. Left hand crimped another side pole. Left foot jammed

into a lower crack somewhat sideways right

foot came up high by my waist and towed into a tiny scoop the tension between my

left hand and right foot created stability and I raised my right hand up to a very small but down pulling

crimp. My left hand palm down on the wall below me and I raised my left foot extra high onto

a very sloping shelf. As soon as the foot was placed I drove down with it and stood up

the thumbber cling with my left thumb. The hold was an upside-down ripple, maybe an inch long and a few millimeters

wide, so small that it would never qualify as a handhold, except for the fact

that most of my weight was on my feet.

I placed my hand perfectly, my thumb going into the more sloping part in order to leave the better inch of space for my index and middle fingers to curl over.

My right foot sneaked in and matched next to my left and my left foot kicked out leftward to a slippery black knob. The whole

root came down to the next four moves, the hardest of the whole sequence. My right hand came into my left and I removed my index and middle fingers which had been stuck to the wall only by the tension between my right big toe and my left thumb. My right thumb took the

fingers place on the good part of the ripple and my left hand shot out left to

grab the sloping loaf. I squeezed it for all I was worth and moved my right

hand back to the initial down pulling crimp. I was in an iron cross fully spanned between the two holds right foot through to the

sloping dish hips open left foot across to a tiny chip chalk chalk my right hand, break it into the top of the loaf.

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