Tiffany Hensley

Tiffany Hensley

Alive 18 years, she's been competing over a decade in youth and big dog competitions. She likes yoga, parcour, and shouting hello to people on the road, where she feels at home with just a climbing bag, two medicine balls and a bar of 87% cacao (chocolate is the evil twin of white magnesium). She blogs prolifically from a traumatic overdose of literature as a child, mumbling things like where she's headed, who she's tackled, and what she sees on the surface of the world - nothing barred (but mostly climbing-obsessed). Loves roaring, circus trickery, and culinary iconoclasm (curry yogurt with goji berries?). But mostly, quietly focusing on the crux of 30-foot boulder problem. Back from a car roll-over on the way from one crag to another, newly broiled from the World Games in Kaohsiung in Taiwan, she's lately been hidden among sumo wrestlers, international sky-divers, dragon boat racers, and even the US Frisbee team (well, technically, it's flying disc). Now, you can fully stalk her on her blog - wherever she is, what's she eating (her culinary iconoclasm) and what she thinks about your problems.

boulder problems.

Her sponsors are family, her friends the best spotters, and climbing, her life. ROAR?!

August Blog

The World Cup in Austria: TWO WEEKS AWAY! We're still having complications on the sunny side of things. (I'm picking glass slivers from bilipid layers, gimping up V8s, and my friend is oozing stuff that looks like what So ILL would use for the boogers of their new Nose Set...good stuff to blow your fingers on.)

 

Won a Buddha hold from EGrips once. Stuck my fingers up his nose to look for enlightened snot. There was none. :(

 

 

During the excruciatingly long forced rest I have learned how to relax and breath a little better. On the last rest day, I unicycled 4 miles with two bags of climbing gear to Vertical Holds. (They still won't let me in for free - I even bought them special cookies, and...who turns down special cookies?) But I love them, too. They'll like my setting.

 

The funeral service for my thumb-twiddling will be held on Monday, early morning. Bring gear and food. (In my Prana satchel are remnants of that short and frustrating tea-sustained era: in it are spanish, french, and english dictionaries; "The 2000 Most Common Chinese Characters"; vicodin ("I'm-going-to-climb-even-though-I-shouldn't" pills); and, of course, a well-lubed-well-used rubik's cube.) Monday I'm going to Vista to sleep in someone's home gym and train. Just train.

 

 

Off to Vertical to sneak my way in (sans day-pass?) and train my ass off for Austria.

 

Liking the Joker's smiling grimace on my knee!

 

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