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?!


I'm stationed ATM in a youth hostel in Lyon, overlooking the historical craziness of Lyon, France. Sean McColl gave me a ride here the other day, from Austria, where I'd been hanging out with Johanna Ernst for the Imst World Cup.

Like a funked monkey I slothed the first route, timing out on the second-to-last crimp - this not the first time, haha, meh!!! - later pulling off the roof of the second (I lightly bumped the fragile leg hinge on a minuscule foot and couldn't focus on the weird roof beta). But I came off with a gargantuan grin on my face anyway. Then Kohanna's dad did a little after-dinner finger surgery! But the glass piece in my knuckle was too far in already, so I just climbed on it the next morning and c'est bonne maitenant. I'm just starting to feel the glass again today, I think it's surfacing because of the incision...

The world cup was my first time on a rope in a month, since the car crash! 28th out of 43 competitors - not bad, yeah?? So now I'm bumbling in Lyon for a few days, and skitting over to the french climbing gym right now that I was Googling/satellite-stalking this morning, armed with Nutella, un sac de chalk, un harness, et chausseurs de madrock.

Je pens que mon francais, c'est plus mauvais...


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