Well, that was fun! What a wacky idea... Starting your climb upside down, your feet above the overhang and you hands down on the sloppy wall. Somehow bouldering is similar to modern dance. At the technical level there is the drive for controlling individual muscles, for the awareness of the body's every detail. The soreness helping pin-pointing what exact piece of the anatomy got a special workout on a given route. Often places that I had no clue hosted a muscle. Bouldering also cultivates the beauty of the movement. The perfect movement. The perfect interplay between balance and dynamism. Bouldering is like vertical yoga too, in the sense that you go beyond what looks doable with your body, in a very focused and controlled way. And when the flow comes, it's a wonderful massage, body and mind. A wave of calmness. Quiet, at last. A bit of euphoria. One with the world around, that is for outdoor climbing. On plastic climbs, you're trying to beat a puzzle designed by a fellow human, who had to solve it at least once. Outdoor, you're dancing with the rock, sliding against the crack, kissing the route. Sometimes hugging it very tight. But it's not about a battle against another will, it's about trying to share the space and end up at the same point of view. It's a caress to nature. And a way to find yourself deep down, if it works out.