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A Quick Note

First of all, I would like to say that this book is 100 percent free! That means

download it, share it with friends, print it

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all I ask is that you keep my name on

the front! I am fond of the following saying: “Play to make

yourself better; work

to make others better.” This book represents an attempt to bridge those two

ideas together. My goal is to put my experiences together so that others may

benefit from them. It is my hope that this book will help you in your journey as a

climber.

If you find this work to be useful and would like to donate some money to

help me in future projects like this one, feel free to do so in the ways listed below.

My suggested donation is $10-$20; however, please remember that I do not

expect that. Please only donate if the money is not an issue for you. If you like the

book but cannot donate, you can still help by sharing it with friends or posting

about it on social media. Thank you!

-Carlos Tkacz

boulderbushido@gmail.com

Venmo: @Carlostkacz

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Paypal: Carlos Tkacz

For me, seeing the film Progression was something of a watershed

moment. In that movie, Patxi Usobiaga says something that struck me and that

has stayed with me ever since:

“Other climbers are very talented, but I have to

work fucking hard. My talent is in being a masochist.” I remember thinking to

myself, I can be that guy.

I took to climbing right away, going from having never stepped into a gym

to climbing every day until my muscles and hands completely and utterly failed

me. I had never done anything that so struck a resonant chord with me. I had

always been a bit high strung, and in climbing I had finally found something that

truly exhausted my energies, something that took what I had to give and required

even more than that. Not only did the sheer effort required appeal to me, I was

also pretty bad at it. I had grown up playing soccer, and I had always been good at

sports. They came naturally to me, and I played just about every sport I could find.

But climbing was different. It was hard in a way no other sport had ever been for

me. Maybe it was my lack of upper body strength and my soccer-huge thighs, or

maybe it was just a complete lack of finger strength. Whatever the case, climbing