There's something magical about the gym. When you arrive you simply can't bottle up all that energy.
There are few other experiences I've ever had where just the intensity and the joy and the anticipation of what's going to happen that day is magical.
A successful climb in August would be reaching the summit of the Riffelhorn still smiling, still happy, and giving the glory to God. I'm competing against myself, so having this enormous goal is hopefully going to bring out a better Dave when I return home.
I admire anybody who does the same thing. Whether you're first or last, you're a winner.