What is game?
Game is repeatedly walking into Flock Hill with a gigantic Makita leaf blower, just so I could cool of my fingers before every attempt. Game is waking up at 3am for morning cons, or climbing late into the freezing cold night until frost would begin forming on the holds. Game is sitting shirtless in sub-zero temperatures, just to get my body temperature low enough to not sweat off the holds. Game is being cold, tired and in pain. Projecting this boulder was a brutal, uncomfortable and frustrating experience. But most importantly, it taught me what game is. [1]