How a MoonBoard (Almost) Kept Me Sane at Sea
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I was reaching high across the board, my feet cutting loose, when the USS Ashland cleaved through the swell and the room listed sideways. The straps tethering the MoonBoard to the bulkhead pulled taut and held, and my forearms locked down to do the same. The board steepened 15 degrees with the roll, and 30 pounds of force landed on my back—enough to rip me clean off the wall.
My climbing partner laughed from the mats. With the ship fighting 10-foot seas, we were trying a V3 that felt closer to a
My climbing partner laughed from the mats. With the ship fighting 10-foot seas, we were trying a V3 that felt closer to a
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